Goodbye

My dear I come sweety; but I leave in dispear.
For all the roses I gave; not one was acknowledged.
Calm as the ocean, but as chaotic as the storm.
Usually my hate is not present.
This is my goodbye, the final I give.
But hate this is not, love this is.

Your princess will wait for you, but no longer I.
Once I say again. This is my goodbye.