Farewell, My Lover

We can no more
Keep up this valiant charade
Where love is kind and love is sweet
For now I see,
Though we were blind to ‘t
And all the world with us,
That love was never present.

A relationship on dreams and fibs
Like mist evaporates,
Like sand sculptures melts and crumbles.
And now, my lover, what's left but naught?
So, my lover, be but this last time true:
Think not on me and depart.
Farewell.