Every morning,
Gloomy or not,
They find each other at the meeting spot.
A place for them,
A place for a pair,
Who love each other with no compare.

Why do I not have a meeting spot?
Doesn't my soul matter too?
My perfect boy means the world to me,
And I believe we are the perfect two.

It may not be Castle Byers,
A magical place in the woods.
But it could be the back of the school,
And isn't that just as good?

The Meeting Spot