Suicide would be a gift to this love.
The poem suggests a gun.
The television has seen a good episode with pills.
The warden recommends a shoestring noose
to dispose of unrestrained and troublesome affairs.
The grandmother offers her recipe for oleander tea,
while the hairdryer looks longingly at the full tub.
The lover conspires with a tailpipe,
but has no access to the ignition, let alone keys.
So, in spite of all the helpful advice, this little darling carries on.