Although our love is over, it remains

Although our love is over, it remains

An unfrequented garden in my heart,

Its beauty quite inseparable from pain,

A wilderness where once was willful art.

I hope a little piece of you is still

Reserved for me, a place you may not go,

But where my room, untenanted, can fill

A moment with my music, sweet and slow.

There are no wishes like a former lover's

That from the dark, repentant night must shine.

And so though we have both moved on to others,

I send you from afar this Valentine.