The man and his sand

Have you ever heard of the man
Who built his empire out of sand?
His sandcastles grew and towered high
His neighbors were jealous
They liked to spy
At last he had himself a throne
But alas he found himself alone
The girl who loved him went away
I can't stand the sand, she'd say
But he would move sand grain by grain
It was enough to drive her insane
He said to her: so be it, go
You can be part of my empire, you know
Or you can wander off into space
Turn away and feel disgraced
She didn't want to leave but she did
And behind her sunglasses hid
Splendiferous tears salty as the sea
She hid them and he could not see
How much it hurt to walk away
He turned his back--with no delay
She could have it all, he thought
I don't need that chick anyway
His towers stand high
He has his throne
He has his riches
But he's alone
He has bitches
But none like she
He misses her smile
She smiled sweetly
She was crazy, lots of quirks
When he thinks of her, he smirks
His smile is followed by hurt
It pains him to see
His empire built
But no wifey