I should have told her, I would mould her,
a precious jewel, a treasured prize.
I would have told her, if I'd been bolder,
she holds my favour, in her eyes.
I should have told her, I was a changeling,
a gentle spirit, a raging fiend.
I could have told her, it was a strange thing:
a sudden mania, that goes unseen.
She was a wild card, played on the decks of life.
She fled safe harbours, meeting storm and strife.