I think I hate my darling dear as much
as I love her, in all her rips and tears.
I want to push her in a fire and weep
and drag her out to fix her up again.
Every day I watch her break apart but
at night I bend her limbs back into place.
My heart is crushed as she is stepped upon
yet I cursed her name as she betrays me
I, her slave, am bound and shackled, helpless
To her beauty I am but a mange mutt
Though looking closely I can see her aged
A milky white turned sour with wrinkled frame. The time has come to go our separate ways
A pleasure it was to have been your keeper