I was his,
He was mine,
Time was ours.
My sleep on his harbours,
Spent a month and a nine,
He returned to her mine,
And made himself hers,
With a dine fine.
Very words that shared I,
He redirected them to her,
He wants me but being hers,
How can I smile in fires,
When every action of his,
Showers his love for heiress,
When you are hers,
How can I be thine?