I wrote this poem to show my love for Marijuana. Be brutal with your comments, I would like to hear what people actually think, I will not be offended at all. Miss Jane She brings me joy every time we meet, just as an eloped pair, our love cannot be beat. As the heat falls upon her bright orange hair, she takes me right off my feet. Never did I think I would find a love so rare. As I press my lips against her it is oh so sweet. She glistens in the light as I treat her with care. Our love will not soon see defeat, for my sweet love takes me places I would not dare. She made me the person everyone wants to meet. Not like the others my heart she will not tare.