What a shrew
She\'s cold, best to say
Her smiles solemn
And her hugs are of rare day
Her distaste towards sweet talk
Towards hand holding and kisses
Leaves flowers shriveled
Makes animals vicious
She\'s home at last
With the scarf released
Sits outside in the night
With heart chocolates to eat
She sings and laughs
And blushes, oh my
Has this shrew been smitten?
With flower reviving smiles
She implies
There\'s a glow in her face
And a knock on the door
She skips with grace
Could there be any more?
They sit outside, with heart chocolates to eat
Sing, laugh, and dance, to once again repeat
\"Can I hold your hand?\" He dare ask to say
She pauses and smirks
Looks at him with quirks.
Nods her head no and dances away
What a shrew
She\'s cold, best to say.