An innocent one with seven revolutions around the sun,
Always by her mother’s side, never missing a pampering turn.
Brought up with love and unmatched trust,
Honesty, her strong suit, was maybe only on the crust.
Days passed by, as if time almost flew,
A heart was broken then, but love only grew.
Her heart it seemed had turned somewhat blue.
It was a spectacular start of something new.
Born was a girl who he taught how to love,
She wasn’t it seems what she appeared from above.
Never had she thought what she felt wasn’t enough.
The odyssey to love was probably meant to be tough.
Alas, she started with her heart,
But gave up soon after the start.
With love he tried his best to keep them together,
Their love although was as gentle as a feather.
They say we are the choices that we make,
She had become someone that she could no longer take.
Confused for love, maybe grief was her fate,
For sins cannot be mistaken for mistakes.