Apologies for the enigma: I had the advantage of the footnotes!

Basically, the poet-lady has just been dumped and the guy in question has had the nerve to ask her to keep the same bed-clothes (that they last made love in). I think her poem is a polite way of telling him he can go whistle unless he wants to ask to come back.

Seeing as it's you, I'll let you into a secret: I couldn't for the life of me imagine what possible advice Gackt could be hatching for us with that - half-defiant, half-wistful - expression on hisface! But then this poem seemed to fit exactly.

so early in the morning? So it is - but i haven't been to bed yet!