Mrs.Jones

There was this lady ,her name was ,Mrs.Jones. She was beautiful ,her eyes brighter than stars, hair black as a raven and lips lusher than a garden during Spring. Every afternoon, she'll take a walk to Eighth Avenue in Burginsturn Street, to visit the person of her dreams.
Well , she didn't know his name or voice or anything about him but she knew she loved him.
By her name you will know she's married but that didn't stop her wandering off. True she was beautiful but she was also ever so reckless.. That was her only flaw and it also brought her to her end. On a bitter night like this ,is where the trouble started..