Amist the sprintide evening

You are my everything,

I said beneath a shuddered breath

And you knew it was true.

You are my everything,

Your words repeated back

and you knew it was true

but how could one know if the words were to deceive you?

Your words repeated back

That your heart was mine,

but how could one know if the words were to deceive you?

I wished I'd known the answer sooner.

That your heart was mine,

Had it always been a lie?

I wished I'd known the answer sooner

before the carnations started to blossom.