Back in junior school, where dreams were made,
A boy with a cap, his tricks on parade.
A girl with a smile, making sweets so fine,
He'd do anything for a taste of that sunshine.
Junior school sweethearts, innocent and bright,
Holding hands under the playground light.
Promises whispered, futures looking grand,
In a world of their own, they'd stand hand in hand.
Time moved swiftly, to high school they flew,
Different hallways, a change in the view.
His jokes still funny, but her sweets turned sour,
The distance grew with each passing hour.
They walked different paths, in search of who they are,
From the schoolyard love to wishing on a star.
Memories linger, of the love that was so sweet,
A chapter closed, as they moved to a different beat.
Junior school sweethearts, once lost in each other's eyes,
Now just faces in the crowd, under different skies.
Still, the echo of laughter, the taste of the past,
Reminds them love is a journey, not meant to last.
Moving on, moving forward, with lessons learned,
Cherishing the sweetness of the love they once yearned.
Junior school sweethearts, a tale of youth's glow,
Holding hands to letting go, as they grow and they grow.