Lady Di, abbreviation of Lady Die, but why?

It's about Diana, the enigma of my near insomnia

Unreachable like the sky, I let her deliberately fly

Plethora of ways of feeling tight instead of euphoria

Living together with her gardener does matter and shatter

Did she see me as a toy boy for free in false infinity?

My desire for her got fatter while she clung to only flatter

The purity of her sharp spontaneity made me flee finally

Saying farewell to her tomcat was my bet on not going to bed

Our deep connection, a resurrection of her life's direction?

Warning sign turned red when I hid my head behind her pet

Got a fraction of her inseparable attration, worth perplexion

Maybe all those presumptions are wrong : is her gong another song?

Am I still on her mind? Or does she only rewind my phantom so blind?

Hopefully, her love for her gardener remains strong as a prong

Only not leaving her behind when I find that he gradually lets her deepest heart irreparably grind