Hello, Goodbye!

Let spell meet with fate,
and for lust lost both mate.

Your eyes yet make notes
on which my crescendos dote.

Remember those names you call,
and twigs you would fall.

Both the faces you make
and curvy bums you'd shake.

You still wield those smiles?
Those seeped in comely wiles?

Does the new guy knows
that you don't fancy coats?

If none is the same,
do come back, lil' dame.
   '21:02:11:11:43

Note: of breakup.