Unspoken knowledge.

                   His soul was like knowledge that 
                      could not be spoken. A free spirit.
                         A glimpse of the white blanket on the 
                             clothes line swaying freely in the sun. 
                  
                       The heart that once was mine, sank to the pit of
                    my chest every time his fingertips touched my
                           skin, his lips soft like the pedal of a rose
                   against mine. Breathless, my thoughts flutter like
                        the butterflies in my stomach when im in his presence.
          
                     I was infatuated.       Or in fact,   in love with him.