Let your eyes promise me lies
  Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye
  And never even write to me a letter
  I won't worry about tearful endeavors
    There was no reason to return
  I was told
  Nobody waiting for me
  to come back home
  nothing is left
  but the promise of praise
  Nothing remains
    No phone calls late at night
  of pictures a constant reminder
  no burning of inpassioned pages
  or returning them to sender
    you send a letter to
  the only one you can't deny
  will never send you a reply
  you never bother to sit back
  and ask yourself why
  Blinded by your own dim light
    Tried but devout
  Tortured the cherished
  loved the unheralded
    Bought up their trash
  Brought to my knees
  by beggars and braggarts
  washed my laced sleeves
  after each miscarriage
    You fill your pen and
  spill the words onto each line
  your monogram in wax
  seals another pathetic cry
  You're so romantic
  So cautious and tranquilized
  is there anything behind your eyes