No push no shove,
Though complexion is coal
But her heart is gold
Not fine as the Dickens
But her beautiful soul
Deserves to pair
She aims to wear
His pretty crown
But his heart frowns
Waving back,
Thinking it’s love
She waves and smile…
He makes a slice
She thought otherwise;
But as an Angel
She ought to know
That his feelings for Cole
Is not dead as a dodo
Her heart he slits, hisses
And turns his face.