A green striped shirt. A ache serenading a sultry sweet heart. A name enthusiastically cried out. A wave that left me hungry just to fall or just drown in uncertainty. Cuz I knew not love. But I adored foolishly. I adored endlessly to the point of tears. To the point of fear yet I fell like I could bow to a queen who didn't know it was she. To know summer winter yet spring but fall. Oh fall was everything. To know nights away from her became the sweetest dreams. To know I didn't dream just to wake. Every morning horrid screams maybe sometimes insults. But when she walked in the room it was like art to me. The canvas a artist's emotions did bleed pages to compose ink as paint. To know I fall. I fall again and again. She's stuck on my brain. This fever she'd never taint. A slow ache just to miss her like a ghost. A best friend. To know she's a wallflower a wildflower in a bed of Roses. Yet she's the wildflower my only definition of more. Only for her I wish to pierce the veil. To comprehend I'd fall I'd worship I'd love her more. Yet this flutter said in my ribcage I knew not love. But she was the only diamond I dig the earth so preciously for. To know love by a flutter and silence. For a secret heaven I fell first and knew nothing more.