Before you tear this up, I wish to tell you about a man
I met on my way to work, he introduced himself as Stan,
And before we knew it, we talked about you and love,
That’s when I realised how much I had let your heart starve.
Love is suppose to be the only companion of a lonely heart,
To mend broken promises as well as it mends broken hearts,
I know this because my heart beat echoes without yours
And that promise I made, I think I found that ring without flaws.