Dear John, Oh, how I hate to write
Dear John, I must let you know tonight
That my love for you has waned
And tonight I choose another.

I see you now. I am giddy no more
I list ten problems with you, but mine a hundred
But it's not me, it's you.
You sure do turn things around and make me look bad
then sweeten me up to use all of me,
still am untamed, yet I exert like a mule to keep you clean from men's work.

You do not make me smile anymore; your embrace is like cold stones in winter,
Say you love me a thousand times
it blows off in the wind, now here next gone
Why brew offence when all is handed on a platter
unappreciated for the work of praise at a lovely pair.
I retrieve my heart and love myself for me.
I take back my dreams and share them not with you.

Let my silence expose my joyless heart without words.
When I tell you I metamorphose, you won't care. You would wish I got a dear Jane first.
Now the ceremony has started, and I'll love myself like I have never done
I wish myself happiness forever. Dear John