A girl.

Once I had a girl
of whom I should not boast.
She thought of me so highly,
but I thought of her the most.
One day I lost the favor
of her curious ways.
For we had been together,
naught but of two days.
I felt my heart did shatter.
I felt my heart did break.
Then I felt a hole
through which my heart did ache.
For when she had left me
she took my love and joy
and she did make,
the big mistake,
of dumping this poor boy.