To my platonic soulmate,
We were not meant to be romantic.
We were just meant to be.

Although the love we have each other
is undeniable and although the love
we have each other exists,

It was not meant to stretch beyond
the pure unions of friendship.
It was not meant to stretch at our heartstrings
but instead it was meant to gently massage them into peace.
It was not meant to stretch your leg over my shoulder
at three o'clock in the morning
after a night filled with laughter and conversation.

It was not meant to stretch past the boundaries we subconsciously
set to ensure that things don't get complicated.
It was not meant to stretch our connection into emotional destinations that have no return tickets if we took that plunge.

Romance is not the only reason the universe brings souls together.
Growth and love can exist without it.
Perhaps we were not meant to be romantic
Perhaps we were only meant to be.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
One leads to love, the other, goodbye.
My heart it trembles, torn in two,
Which choice to make, what shall I do?

Slow down, dear heart
Let your feelings lie
Not in your storm but in
His quietness rain

Time pass by and seasons turn
That first love's ember still burn
A memory cherished, bittersweet
A feeling nothing can defeat

For I feel love and free
You opened up my heart to me
And though our paths may now diverge
My first love's flame will always surge.

In silent nights, I call your name,
Yet echoes fade like distant flame.
A love once bright, now dim and cold,
A story left in sorrow told.

The stars still shine, the moon still glows,
But in my heart, the shadow grows.
For love remains, though you have flown,
And I am here, yet still alone.

Her curtains are blue.
You painted it yellow.