He and she

He and She.

He would through the crowd push,
He would always be in a mad rush.

His inseparable companion, a hair brush
Made him presentable to his lady ‘crush’.

He would beat around the bush,
He would try her emotion to flush;

At times there will be a hush hush,
That is when he planned an ambush.

Had he known that her lovely blush,
Was the product of a painting brush;

There might be no more gush,
Of his silly feelings – this slush!