Jay was a woman: Elegant, and Porcelain in Her complexion.
She Lit-up Rooms effortlessly, a mere smile was all it took.
Unfortunately, She was fickle, which tainted this perfection.
When in rage, Her fiery eyes spoke of anger with every look.
She visited often, thrice a week at least I surmised
She came, sat and swept all attention with Her coal-black eyes.
Most others would consider Her an off-beat host-
That is, She had control, She was the host.
One night, after the truth was clear to me, She came.
I asked Her to leave but I felt as though I was to blame.
Soon Fear had taken over, Her image burned in purple flame.
I gave up, She had control, She was the host.
Then, She departed hastily, as quick as She appeared
I had control. but Her inevitable return is what i feared.