Your eyes have signaled a defeat, despite your words: weak trials to set a victory scene complete with lies, sneers, and bogus smiles -- all hope, all truth, finally fled -- a game unstoppable once started. What‘s left is but a love now dead, sad stories since we met and parted. All lives contain elemental stuff -- romance, drama, and cartoons. Let's have (we suffer through enough) no crying clowns, no blue balloons. But oh! the hurt within those eyes that dam the tears your speech denies!