country girl

A poem about a wonderful girl

The country life has left its mark,
On a city girl with low cut jeans;
Though starched the flannel shirt is not,
Its wide-necked collar invites a breeze.

Her shirt invites a furtive view,
Of gentle curves and silken skin;
But her face a mien of scorn portrays,
And her shoulders hunch as she walks in.

I am confused at which one lies,
Sight pursues but manner flees;
I only know that fancy flies,
And beauty flight of Time bereaves.