You kiss my cheek every morning

Your lips bright red

Your hair tied up

And now your brother is dead

An evening before

You wore dark purple

And evening gown

You got payed triple

The week before then

Your hair was woven

That very day

You got cursed by a coven

The day before

You were two-inches higher

That was the day

Your parents died in a fire

Keep changing, my dear

Good fortune will come

Through good and bad

And repetitive scum

I will make you perfect

Keep testing you, love

You will be mine always

Like a pretty little dove