Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

I presaged you could never tame your passion and in some kinda way I divined you would do something cruddy but I never spared a thought on that disdemeanour you'd committed.
I never thought anyone could do something cruel like that. Of curse I know you - or rather thought I do - and I am satisfied you couldn't hurt a fly, but I saw the room where it happend - the walls, the parquet and small carpet were blotched with blood, the funiture were havocked, her cat totaly dazed and her body.... I was shocked, her body was unidentifiable. It was sanguinary and I never saw something ranzid like this.
When I look at your face, in your amazing blue eyes, I cannot imagine that you are a cold-blooded murderer. I cannot understand why, so tell me! - Rather not! Truth be told, I would not belive you anyway.
All the gory details at the crime scene are so conclusive, so I cannot comprehend why you conjure up excuses.
They came, they said you are guilty, they imprisoned you and all I could do was deedless watching the men doing their work. And all I can do now is eventually visiting you once a week in jail.
But to be honest, I don't really want that. I don't want to be married with a fucking killer, I don't want to wait for you, in fact I never wanna see you again...

And although it may seem absurd - I'm still loving you and I always will, 'cause absence makes the heart grow fonder.