Occupied by your knowledge
Eager to learn your story
Your image is a piece of art
And your heart is filled with glory
I adore you
You got me anxious
You inspire me to be exquisite
I can’t be silent about your power
Only ****** about your honor
Your something else
A different flower
You’ve accomplished my heart
Yet this seems idiotic
But I’m being ferocious about these feelings
They hold too much meaning
I’m just being real
You intrigue my thoughts
You got me feigning.