I took your letter which was as a vase
With water and before I read the rest
Of it, I saw it was dabbed with perfume.

I gave much more attention, certainly,
To the part that said that you were taken,
And as I was taken aback, paused.

You let me talk, and you gave me the time
All of the days I go to you famished,
Faithful and trusting that you would hear me.

Explain to me that wistful look of yours
When your inner desires wish for me
Ah, no matter, when I consume thoughts of

The bracelet of niceties I bought you,
You will make me a sign, as a ton of
Tobacco for a cow, at your behest.