So many hearts are aching,
People all round the world cried;
On this thirty-first day of August,
The fairytale princess has died.

Princess Diana has left us,
The result of a car crash in France;
And so many hearts have been shattered,
As if they were pierced by a lance

Her close friend and companion was with her,
They were dodging photographers at night;
And he and their driver were killed,
That would be a soul chilling sight.

Crowds flocking to Kensington Palace,
Are united in sorrow and pain;
Only now starting to realise,
That they never will see her again.

Her graciousness and her great beauty,
Endeared her to all those she met;
And the good works she did almost daily,
Let none of us ever forget.

But the saddest and cruelest of all,
Is the realisation by some,
That the two Princes, William and Harry,
Have lost their very own mum.

The 'Queen of Hearts' many called her,
The old and the sick and the sad;
So many she helped in her lifetime,
So many conquests she had.

But now it has come to an end,
Her beauty and friendship and charms;
And I'm sure all the prayers that were offered,
Will place her in heavenly arms.