There is only one heart that's beating,
And it keeps muttering your name.
It started but don't know when. When?
It just says, Florigyn! Florigyn!

It keeps beating, beating fast.
It keeps muttering, Florigyn! Florigyn!
Keeps beating, don't know when will it last.
It keeps beating just, saying your name.

But will she hear the words it muttered?
That her name is repeated and uttered?
Hoping that its words she shall heard;
Keeps on saying her name, until it's tattered.

It's tattered, yes and still it's beating.
Muttering, Florigyn! Florigyn!
Keeps beating, repeating, saying her name.
That this weary words shall be heard and then.

Will it stop if heard by its beloved?
Still it keeps beating, uttering her name.
Not until the words muttered shall pierce her skin.
Not until she will learn to love me back again.

And my heart will always keep beating;
From the lowest earth to the highest heaven.
When the time comes that she will be broken,
My heart will go and give her life again.

But for my lady whose name is Florigyn;
For thee, my heart will keep on beating.
Though my heart is tattered and is dying in pain,
Thy name echoes and shall it never be forgotten.

Florigyn! Florigyn! My heart will keep on saying.
Where it echoes and shall it never be forgotten.
Like how those smiles, an art of painting;
A portrait in my heart, a 3d photo in my brain.

© Anonymous Pseudonym