Description: 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.
    

Description: 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.