Bolin-Cook She was brown as this good earth With eyes that flashed like lightening When she spoke of simple quests The words were almost frightening. She was slender as the willow With long dark hair across her back Which would gently shake as she laughed About the way she conquered soldiers. She was my Spanish lover, so gracefully insane And with no traces of shame, she was like no other. She was simple as a one word answer And then somehow she seemed to survive In this complex world we're all facing She was so delightfully alive. She was brown as this good earth With eyes that flashed like lightening When she spoke of sinful quests The words were almost frightening. She was my Spanish lover, so gracefully insane And with no traces of shame, she was like no other She was like no other, she was like no other.