Adam Shirley

She's a Smitten Shrew

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.

 

Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    Love comes in many forms but it is the strongest of all bonds.

    • Adam Shirley

      Couldn't have said it better myself

    • Michael Edwards

      Love manifests in many ways - enjoyed the read.

    • Fay Slimm

      A compelling read of what a shrew does in certain situations - - loved the quirky flow to this piece.

      • Adam Shirley

        Thank you very much Fay

      • Claudelle

        Love it!
        So CooL!
        P.S.
        Multifaceted Love one must not conform!
        Blessings!
        ;)



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