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.
