Our love, I foolishly hoped, would be pretty simple
For down my spine you’d always send a tender tickle
But you and not I turned out to be blithely fickle
The day you said goodbye, I got to see pure evil
In eyes that were once alluring if not readily sinful
I silently cried because my heart then you did *******
The forever you promised somehow became a mere wrinkle
In the future that I now have to explain in past participle