To Charlotte Poem

I knew a maiden who always smiled
A thousand dimples and her voice was mild
She spoke of roses with her sweetened lips
And commanded graces with her curvy hips
I called her something, I called her love
And gave her something, all that I have.
It was nothing but my fragile heart
Of warm goodness, I thought was smart.
She had nothing but my soul she bought
This lovely lady was called charlotte.
But then one day, I saw this guy
6 feet maybe, two inches high
He bought her roses and some lilies
And took her along with my feelings.
And now as I watch with teary eyes
My soul is sobbing with weary sighs
For this lovely lady who called me sir
Has broken the heart I gave to her.