Her eyes brightened with joy when we met
they always had a special spark,
and the smile she would give,
it was like my light in the dark.
She was here.

Her laugh would make me giggle,
it was all I ever wanted to hear,
all I ever want to see, she became so dear.
I wanted her to be happy.

Maybe it was the way she said it, simple,
I love you, I felt a burst of excitement, joy, happiness?
Could it be true? because I loved her too.

But I knew it wouldnt be too long
when we both had to move on,
she didn't like change, so then
it was the beginning of the end.

When we met, her spark was gone,
my morning smile turned to dawn,
it was that day I knew she left.

Though her laugh would be the same
not as frequent, was I to blame?
I became obsessed to make her happy,
and see her special smile once again

Maybe it was the way she said it, simple,
I hate you, I felt a burst of fear, sadness, anger?
Could it be true? ... Does that mean I must
hate her too.