Letter from Viola

Dear Frederic
 How are you, I am fine
 As I'm writing this letter
 The paper is getting wetter all the time
 I hope you won't feel a fool
 But, understand, I'm being cruel
 To be kind
 I respect your dedication
 It's so rare
 I don't think that your appearance
 Vis-à-vis the disappearance
 Of your hair
 Is compatible with our
 Relationship, it's all so sour
 This affair
 I don't love you, don't think I didn't try
 All the nothings that we whispered
 In the passion of the kiss
 Were just a lie
 I'm not holding you to blame
 But, babe, I don't feel quite the same
 So goodbye
 Dear Frederic
 Don't be sad, take it hard
 I rescind your invitation
 To my 21st celebration to the Guards
 I hope we can still be friends
 But, understand, only via pens
 Send a card