Old Lover,  Sold Lover.
No longer need my plush covers,
Now that you can warm yourself.
I shouldn't push much further.

Retired Lover,  Quiet Lover.
Whats changing in you Dear?
You use to hear and in return,
Your words would sing so clear.

Sweet Lover,  Sour Lover.
Your forgetful mind is traveling,
Spending all I've fought to save.
I sew; you keep unraveling.