Once, opon a time

I use to watch her sleep... she was a saint, God loved her. But his love couldn't match mine.
She always slept quietly, up, down, up, down, her chest went. I use to be hypnotized by it, but she would stir and I would snap out of it. And watch some more, up, down, up, down.
AND
She use to help, everyone. She use to care for all. She use to care for me. She loved me and aye her. She held the keys of my heart. But my heart broke; now she has a key and part of my heart. She is in, my waking dreams, she stops me from sleeping.
And
She use to talk, talk loads. But when she talked, I swear i could hear birds. I use to give her a rose, once a week. When i give her it, she would smile, her face brightens and my heart took flight.
BUT
She was token, my saint, my love, heart keeper, my lover, my fiancée, my stars, my moon, my sun, my faith and all I loved.
Why god? Why take a saint? Why, why, why? WHY