A thousand blended notes there to confess my love;

Yet haven't got any courage to even tell you a line.

Have you forgotten all about me, us?

'Cause I haven't., it is what keeping me alive.

Everytime I look at you, I died a little inside.

You are the periwinkle that trailed its wreaths through my soul;

The seed of love has grown fully inside me, but you were long gone.