The first time I lay my eyes on you.

You were like a vine,

And your smell was so divine.

Shy, delicate and slender.

Pretty as a picture.

The true meaning of delight.

My anchor in the night.

It takes a fool to love.

You looked so kind,

Until anger makes you unkind.

You broke my heart into pieces.

I regret meeting you to be honest.

I bought you a notebook as a present,

And you teared every page,

Just to write him love letters.

I don’t want to see you again.

Without you I feel comfortable,

But when you show up I feel uncomfortable.