Analysis of My Dearest D3

                          ME and D3
How I love him, my D3....
We were merely playing and plotting in a tent by the ocean. Throwing targets gallantly, jumping and laughing, me and my D3, He whispers and told me how he Loves me, and I happily Do the same - me and my D3. How my heart races I cannot remember, but it was the day I gave him my all.
It was the most jovial experience loving and kissing MY D3.
People watched so envious observing and scouring me and My Beloved D3. How hateful of them or how selfish were we?!? To love each other so much at that, to flaunt such a sight the jealousy of that caught their sight. They got My D3. How could I not faulter, they took him from me, I cursed and I fell...... Screaming and crying I couldn't stand life much after, they took my Beloved D3.
Not wanting life anymore, but I swore to him I wouldn't give up, but again here I am they took the best of me. How I squandered I do not know, they took my beloved my D3.
My heart aches, what do I do???
I search aimlessly at the ocean for my Dear D3.
I sit and ponder waiting for an answer, pleading with the angels, PLEASE bring him back to me.
Then many months later an answer.
A Bright shimmering day he came back to me, my Dearest MY LOVE MY D3!
 How trumpets were playing I don't know, but my prayers were answered I HAVE MY D3! @----*-----