He waited for thirteen terrible hours,
Still hoping, praying, that maybe, she'd stay
And that he could shower her with flowers
And gift her, worship her, love her all day.
But 'twasn't to be, he'd found with a pang;
She couldn't decide, couldn't understand.
Despite the lyrics and songs his heart sang,
She'd only wished to leave this foreign land.
He had cried and begged, but still she had gone,
His bubble popped, his crystal shining still;
Over her, only her, he'd sworn to fawn,
But she could not see it. He cursed her will!
As lovely as she was in that ball-gown
She will hate him until the world falls down.
