• Love can exist wherever it's allowed,
    And sometimes even when it's unwanted;
    A heartbroken boy reads poems out loud,
    Of a romance that's no longer flaunted.

    A girl crying into her pillowcase,
    A single moment of weakness to weep;
    Romance once made of laughter, warmth, and lace,
    Became no longer her romance to keep.

    I'll always hold onto our memory,
    Tied with drawstrings that're woven from gold;
    Whenever I'm caught in a reverie,
    They're lovely thoughts that can never grow cold.

    Just because you are no longer near me,
    Doesn't mean you should no longer hear me.