Shakespeare's sonnets will live forever

Wordsworth's words shall persevere

Your missives weren't so fortunate

And it won't be me that sheds a tear

 

Your letters are but sad ashes now

They'll not be a permanent reminder

A black and white record of passion

When I swore you couldn't be kinder

 

Your writing was almost compulsive

You needed to get it all off your chest

Yet I wasn't your only correspondent

It seems I was merely one of the rest

 

Your letters are but sad ashes now

They'll not be a permanent reminder

A black and white record of passion

When I swore you couldn't be kinder

 

Last night they flew up the chimney on wings

Each one a memory of your endless flings

 

Your letters are but sad ashes now

They'll not be a permanent reminder

A black and white record of passion

When I swore you couldn't be kinder