easy virtue

She is carefree with honor, 
fulsome with candor,
giving herself
as a courtesy, 
reckless of slander
and laughing at libel. 

Her reputation
has never been idle, 
but running ahead of her 
in all directions.
Paving all ways, 
and securing her 
welcome.

But it's when you meet 
her that she puts
the bells on. 

Not even trying!

Open by policy, honest 
by nature. She is 
so easy, and everyone
knows it! But no one
could hate her. Effortlessly, 
one by one we're converted
so naturally, sunshine
and fire.

You'd think we'd be jealous.
Stinkeye and ire! From all
that she shows, and just how
she shows it! You'd think that
in spite of her self and because
of her merits, we'd shrink
or we'd shun, or circle
like vultures and ferrets
to catch as she blows it,
and carry the news 
to each glowing ear. 

But no one believes it, 
when anyone tries. And 
fairly few do. No one
could hate her, for all
of her lies are careless
corrected two seconds
later, to very good jokes.
 
Every encounter she proves 
in the test, her act may be quite
the best that we know, but
it is no show. Oh, 

It is quite an act! But
every word scripted 
so true, impromptu. 

Envy has turned,
curded to sweet admiration
once burned by her curious, strong
and purest response. Each new
and incredulous riddled
resentment of stranger,
acquaintance is solved 
each for all, 
just once. 

To never again return. 

Her easy virtue, she
has given us all to know,
plus a thing or two
to learn.