Beautiful like Cherry, and sweet hearted like no other,
rejects superficial fakery like Prada,
and embraces realness like a hug from a fellow brother.
and one imagines, if she bakes that- her bakery is sweet like velvet yonder,
and comments measured like wonder,
and in her eyes -speak lovely kind jovial serine,
so strong that none can put asunder,
so tempting, that upon meeting her, I salute.
and suddenly, my hate is not really absolute.
Softly I melt in her presence, slowly my love is absolute.
In that rough, judgmental jelly- I meet her serine.
How do you do Cherine?