Take this

Take this photo; there I am, in the background
Take this letter; there are the tear-stains
Take this single tear I hurriedly brushed away
Tate my hidden looks of envy when she saw your face
Take that knotted stomach, that empty space
But take that dance with her so close
Take too that night we could see the stars
Though we hardly gave them a glance
Take another night of sleepless fretting
Take a night of sweating and tossing
Take a day of whispered sunrise and dashed moonlight
Take the poems, the letters, the pictures
Take my shirt, her scent is still there
Or take this vision of her bright and fair
Take this hope, this regret, this age from my bones
Take the bitterness hat put this pen to paper
And take this poem too.

She was mine, now I give all of this to you.
She was my muse, but now she has flown
Flown to your arms, now I am alone
So I wish more luck to make her your own
May she give you all the happiness I’d never known.

A bit over-the-top i think.
I cant decide if there's a point to the second part