love letter

I write her a love letter
knitted with my words of sway like a sweater
though he treats her better
It is shown; I am one not to forget her
The praise I unveil, and O' how she is revealed
Such beauty in its real
My senses have been killed, trapped emotion
staring at her in still
He drives her in his golden carriage
While no jewels or fortune are seen on me, it is apparent
He treats her better
As I without these words say I won’t ever forget her
Only wish I could tell her........
The vivid sight of our last night, guided me immoral
though it felt right
I pleaded the heavens, an begged she wouldn't tangle
with such an ungrateful menace,
Yet grief was my given penance
He wrapped her in a coat of mink
and dare gave me a wink, as he
displayed her as an ornament.
She rode away... away she gave me pain
sorrow engaged to my lament
Though this love I will cherish forever
I guess....He treats her better....