Of all the secrets that we shared
none I hold so dear
As wishing upon a time,
that we only could be near.
Perhaps your wish has wandered, faded,
but our secret with me remains,
forever shall be the same;
This I know is true—
in gloaming, and near noontime,
I cannot help but wish for you.
I loved you then, I love you now
Perhaps I always will,
And I know, there is no doubt—
I\'ll love you ever still.