How can I leave thee, how can I from thee part
Thou only has my heart, dear one, believe
Thou hast this soul of mine, so closely bound to thine
No other can I love, save thee alone.
Blue is the flowret, called the forget-me-not
Wear it upon thy heart and think of me
Flowret and hope may die, but love with us shall stay
That cannot pass away, dear one, believe.
Would I a bird were, soon at thy side to be
Falcon nor hawk would fear, speeding to thee
When by the flower slain, I at thy feet should lie
Thou sadly shouldst complain, joyful I'd die.