T for thief

We went out to dinner
Looking all dolled up for each other
In sky blue, with cupid bearing our testimony
He wrote on the tissue
You look pretty tonight,
I took the tissue and wrote below
You look outstanding not just now but always
He piled his plate full,
Like manna from heaven
I watched in amazement
How only one hunk of a dude
Can eat that much, like a horse
Then the bill came
He squeezed my hands
Stared deep into my eyes
Then the understanding came
In a flutter of movements
That this T is for terrible
It has no intention
Of any good thing.
The more he squeezed my hand
The more I squeezed the tissue
The love, the looks, unfulfilled and empty promises.
I threw the tissue into the dustbin.
In case you want it
Search it out
Straighten it out
If that is your lot in life.

Bose