Dear Frederic
How are you, I am fine
As I’m writing this letter
The paper is getting wetter all the time
I hope you won’t feel a fool
But, understand, I’m being cruel
To be kind

I respect your dedication
It’s so rare
I don’t think that your appearance
Vis-à-vis the disappearance
Of your hair
Is compatible with our
Relationship, it’s all so sour
This affair

I don’t love you, don’t think I didn’t try
All the nothings that we whispered
In the passion of the kiss
Were just a lie
I’m not holding you to blame
But, babe, I don’t feel quite the same
So goodbye

Dear Frederic
Don’t be sad, take it hard
I rescind your invitation
To my 21st celebration to the Guards
I hope we can still be friends
But, understand, only via pens
Send a card