She walks in beauty, like the night
     Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
     Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
     Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
     Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
     How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
     So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
     But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
     A heart whose love is innocent!

I never used you,
though you used me.
I kept you safe and warm,
though you kept me cold and lifeless.

I helped you achieve your dreams,
though you only crushed mine.
I believed in you,
though you only believed in me when it benefited you.

You always wanted me,
though sometimes I couldn't give you what you wanted.
You relied on me to fix your problems,
though sometimes they were too impossible.

You thought that I'd always be there for you,
though I have others to be with just as you.
You assumed that I wasn't on your side,
when I never left it to begin with.

You abused me till there was almost nothing left,
you got stronger every time you used me.
You were frail and broken at first,
but I made you happier with each beating.

I live to see people happy,
to give them a chance to improve in life.
So I will gladly take your pain away,
and place it upon myself.