Instruments of love

My instruments of love have all been put away
 And you should always be cheery and not contrary as you were
 My instruments of love were useless anyway
 Your eyes they always look through me, you never knew me
 It's sad to say
 Look at all the silly things, take joy in all the little things
 Heaven sent or heaven bound, rows of angels all around
 My impetus for love has all but disappeared
 And I have a sneaky suspicion of the condition that we're in
 My impetus for love has dropped me in the end
 And I should always be weary of the conspiracy, my friend