At first glance you were just another dearie.
You were so noble and brave;
But willing, so the deal was struck.
My estate was cold and my heart even colder.
You chipped a cup, became terrified.
It was just a cup.
Overtime, we laughed, jested, and teased;
You saw my black heart in need of love.
Still do to this time.
I thought I lost you once
By my own stupid pride and self-righteous love for my son.
But now I have lost you again;
Within my very arms.
And we the shattered cup,
So much more than just a cup,
My heart is broken.
O my darling Belle,
I will find your memory.
Sweetheart,
Come back to me.