My earworm, you never stop in my head;
Time has brought so many changes around
The seasons have changed all on a sudden
With your mellow voice of a purple riot.
We were two wanderers in these lands;
With broken fragile dreams of self;
Outwardly rash and brisk and quiet,
With only smiles to speak of our silences.
The spheres of our beings rarely collide,
For they might change our fortunes fully
To cure one earworm, it sure needs another,
But this is no ordinary love-song, for me.
You are my perfect earworm ever possible
One that plays from morning till midnight.