I put him on a pedestal

he fell before I knew

I kissed the ground he walked on

nothing else I could do

I adored his every action

a fact I now rue

Where else could he go but down?

my worshipping too much

he started acting the clown

then refusing my touch

he began to sport a frown

I was no longer his rush

He found his own idol

I was no longer his need

to her he would sidle

kept us both, greed

he tightened my bridle

tried to plant his seed

I'm now free from his spell

rebuilding my life

I hope he's keeping well

no trouble or strife

someone else rings my bell

I'm going to be a wife