Passion is like gold. All mine is spent.
You are the key to this dear heart of mine,
In that I’ve no idea where you went.
Love is like a wine: you had all mine.
If “music is the food,” the larder’s shut.
If romance were a music, you are folk.
If friendship were a chord, the string is cut:
You are my backbone, truly. You are broke.
If summer is for sex, the leaves have gone.
If days were ours to spend, I think you might
Consider checking if you’re overdrawn.
If love’s forever: it’s been a lovely night.