She was my little princess:
I loved her to an excess.
I was hers, and she was mine;
in love we did define.

I let her in the recesses of my heart;
I loaded up my secrets for her on a cart.
But she put something back, and it would burn,
what it was, I would soon learn.

One stormy night our love did break,
and all of me she would take.
She was gone from me,
lost forever to the sea.

I was broken.
In my tears I had soak en.
Inside of me it did burn,
what she left there it did churn.

In my heart she left herself,
high up on some forgotten shelf.
'Tis a shame that she could not take,
for very soon it would break.

What was made of love did take a new form,
hate would become its new norm.
My love for her was strong,
so my loathe for her is equally wrong