11:11

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.