Don’t want to talk anymore about love.
If you say, one fine day it will be fine,
I’ll tell you to shut up, that is enough!
You’ll be the cause of me losing my mind.
Who wouldn’t be driven mad by events,
like a lover disappeared from my arms?
Some such cruel twist of fate at my expense,
means that love, at the moment, holds no charms.
Not much love in the apparent ending.
There was bad feeling, I seem to recall.
And, getting back together’s still pending.
Thinking we would, had me playing the fool.
Love, therefore, in my view, has died a death.
Don’t want to hear of a single caress.