I love him with every fibre of my heart,
and for each and every day that would start,
he steals another piece, tearing my soul apart.

You would think a boy as handsome as he,
would take pity on a lonesome girl like me,
what a simple love, ours could be.

His words hang in my head for days,
and I study all his beautiful ways,
even when in another's bed, he lays.

His eyes are darker than the devil's wealth,
His love is adorned with gifts from himself,
But from him, all I want, is a lifetime together, of health.

A second look is all my heart craves,
maybe even a smile, a gaze, a wave,
or maybe for our wedding day, he saves.

If he falls for me, I cannot be to blame,
if his love, like mine, became the same,
after all she is such a dreary dame.

Last night I sat by his windowsill,
watching him lay calm and stilled.
But she awoke and I distilled,
his maiden from his heart, I killed.