FEIGNING FEAR WITH SICKENED SORROW, HER HEART EXPLODES WITH LOVE AND HOPE, DISOWNED SHYNESS AND AMAZING NOTIONS OF CARE AND WONDER SHOWING THROUGH THAT LOOK UPON HER FACE THROUGH EVERY FALLEN TEAR STREAMING FROM HER SAD EYES AS SHE LIFTS HER SPIRITS TO THE MOON AND LIES UPON THE GROUNDS OF NATURE AS SHE WAITS FOR HIM TO TRUTHFULLY TELL HER HOW HE FEELS. SHE BARES HER NECK AS IF TO INNOCENTLY TELL HIM TO SLIT HER THROAT FAST IF HE MUST, BUT THE THOUGHTS RUNNING THROUGH HER HEAD ARE STILL FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT LOVE. FEIGNING FEAR WITH SICKENED SORROW AS SHE DREAMS OF HIM WHEN SHE LAYS HER HEAD UPON HER PILLOW AT NIGHT AS SHE SIPS FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF KNOWLEDGE, OR LACK THERE-OF. HE HAS NO IDEA HOW MUCH SHE PAINS WITH FEELINGS THAT SHE MAY HAVE TO COMPLETELY GIVE UP AND SURRENDER HER FEELINGS TO HURT AGAIN, BUT AS SHE SITS THERE THINKING ABOUT HIM SHE TELLS HERSELF THAT YOU CANT BREAK THE BROKEN AS SHE SITS THERE THINKING OF LOVE WITH FEIGNED FEAR AND SICKENED SORROW.