Her words like the heavens,
her eyes like the fire from the hells.
She never loved me, but I did..
I always wanted her to be my one and only,
yet she loved another.
She was the one I wanted, most happy.. I
wanted her to be happy even if that was to
be with another.
I was there the first time she died,
I watched her die a 2nd time,
I really loved her more than anything,
and wanted her happiness,
but that belonged with another.