She Used To Mean a World To Me

She used to mean a world to me: my soil, my sky, my sea, she was my stay in trying times; we did commit cool crimes. Loving and learning what is right and sometimes fighting all the night, in freaky blast, our love did last; she's now gone. She used to mean a world to me: the Sun and moon I always see, she's always there all night and day, we preen and play and pray. Nothing compares to such a love, daring and decent like a dove; delightful dame in gainless game, she's now gone. She used to mean a world to me, a friend faithful and free, for her all words are not enough; so tender, true and tough. Describing her was a huge task, but now I have questions to ask. Is she a Doe, is she a Sow? She's now gone. She used to mean a world to me: my butterfly, my bee; her glow brightens my tomorrows, her sting brought me sorrows. The waves of wishes and wisdom saved me from this thorny thraldom, she suprised me, O I am free! She's now gone.