No need to gently let me down.
I frown on pity, scorn to be
Protected from life’s harsh reality.
I frown upon dissimulation. I can see
Your life is moving in a different direction.
Your affection is no longer free.
Yet I regret what might have been
Had we ever shared our fears and hopes.
Instead I’ve seen
That my brash and youthful boldness that disguised my tenderness Earned your reproachful coldness,
Allowed me no way of redress.
We pretended. We pretend –
You that all is fine,
I that when we part my heart will mend,
And I will find
A love to take the place of your dear angel face,
The treasured dream I cannot leave behind.