'You wish to give him a chance,' a whisper said,

Of a boy who first broke my heart.

'He still makes you dance,' a whisper said,

Of a boy who was my first valentine.

'His eyes still lure you today,' a whisper said,

Of a boy whose looks I fell for.

'But leave them only as a memory. For he who truly stayed, is standing right in your front door, waiting for it to be opened.'

The whisper, no longer a whisper said,

of you.