The Ignorant Siren

She's ignorant of eyes that follow her,

They stare at her black hair and olive skin.

The eyes are transfixed by this enchanter,

Gazes hard enough to be mortal sins.

She is ignorant of the craning necks,

To better hear the smooth notes in her voice.

No sound is more beaut'ful amongst that sex,

Impossible to avoid, without choice.

She's ignorant of her open gestures,

Enticing every being to be nearer.

She laughs as though she trollops through pastures,

Surrounded by love, with nothing to fear.

She's a human siren singing her song,

Blinded by ig'nrance, thinks she's done no wrong.