TELL ME YOU DON'T LOVE ME

tell me you don't love me like you once did,

that every feeling you had has vanished,

and that what you say is right and candid,

that all your "desperate love" has been banished;

tell me there's a new fling that you brandish,

and that he makes you so much more complete,

that any trace of me is outlandish,

and no one, even I, could dare compete.

YET, I know what you try to keep discrete;

I know that when you speak of this, you've lied,

saying that he's funny, caring, and sweet,

and that passion burning for me has died.

I do not care if now you sport a ring,

your eyes, not words, have told me everything.