Men have accused me of being crazy,

When they’re the ones who lie and cheat.

Thinking about how this all started is hazy,

So I’ll start from the beginning of this feat.

My sister was always the pretty one,

The one who was always loved.

All I wanted to do was run

When she married, and I was unloved.

My heart was cold as ice,

When moonlight shone down on me.

Bells rang through to entice.

But my soul felt heavy like the tree.

I knew only of jealousy,

When you first came along.

I thought of it as a fallacy,

When the choir began their song.

New indeed it all felt,

To longer be filled with hate.

Full of love we dealt

With our new entwined fate.