Jackson and Jillian: The Love Song of Jack & Jill

Jackson and Jillian,
A couple to envy.
One in a million,
The rhyme of the cent'ry.

Jillian was pretty,
Jack had the smarts,
Both of them ready
To give up their hearts.

They met at the well
One gorgeous spring day
Anyone could tell
That Fate had its way.

Jillian saw Jackson
And Jackson saw Jill
Humming a song
As she climbed up the hill.

He stood there in awe,
She flipped back her hair,
He saw not a flaw,
Perfection was there.

"I'm Jackson," he told her,
As she reached the well.
"Jillian," she answered,
"But please, call me Jill."

He smiled at Jill,
And Jill smiled back.
On top of that hill,
Jillian kissed Jack.

It starts with the kiss,
The sweet little touch,
Who knew that kiss
Would mean so damn much?

Time after time,
They met on the hill.
And so starts the rhyme
We call Jack and Jill.

Part Two

Jill was in love,
In love with her Jack.
The Big Man above
Had come through at last.

They met and they kissed,
And let hands explore,
They hugged and they stripped,
Then hid to do more.

One day there was no one
With Jill on the hill,
So she went home lonesome,
She thought Jack was ill.

She fixed him some tea,
And knocked on his door.
But what she would see
Would make her heart sore.

He answered the door,
Wrapped just in a sheet,
Which fell to the floor,
Down round his feet.

Surprised to see Jill,
He let down his guard.
But Jill saw the girl,
And slapped Jackson hard.

Jillian fell crying,
Onto her knees,
Was Jackson still lying?
"I'm sorry, Jill, please!"

Days she spent weeping,
But Jack had her heart,
Mending and keeping
What he'd torn apart.

There was no word
That either could say
To make all the hurt
And all the lies stray.

But Jackson still had
Dear Jillian's heart,
And Jill had had Jack's,
Right from the start.

For weeks Jill did cry,
Watching sad shows,
Then the doorbell did chime,
On the porch: a red rose.

On the walk was another,
Jill collected it too.
By the road sat another,
Where did they lead to?

She followed the rose line,
In all, around 50,
The last by some wine,
But the roses said plenty.

Jackson stood waiting,
Ring box in hand,
Jill about fainting,
Jack took a stand.

Down to one knee,
He looked in her eyes,
"Jillian, I'm sorry,
Will you still be mine?"