The month of ardour steadily passed us by
I was with you in low light, it was quiet
"See, my new favourite month is February"
I can still recall you mumbling it softly

Romanticism couldn't come sooner with its glory
Bonbons out in the open air, but we just left them be
Good thing none of our friends could perceive our rascality
My once-in-a-lifetime fairytale was our brief story

You teased me yet you weren't when you anointed me your prince
The snug mornings I partook with you had been the best thing since
My face used...