Affection Killed

That was pristine white, innocent like dove, it was neat and small, but flowed in the ever land, do not know where and when, she had acquired its stocks, she splurged it generously, like a spendthrift spoiled, mostly they loved her delirious, for her affection that flowed, was exactly like that, when she came to me, the villainous me, tooked a tarred dagger, and sunk it deep, she screamed in pain, for her love hitherto, had never gone in vain, then I raised the dagger far, and sunk it deeper, to shear her affection ajar, the pure white, looked bloodied and tar, in my lonesome space and time, I crankled all my dimes, and got about the point, I wailed in anguish, why was I so brutal, to get her pure love, so cruelly extinguished.