It's a big world, and I like you. I want someone like you to smile kindly at me, let me shyly kiss you, so, for once, I can have sweet and gentle thoughts instead of what I think about all day and night. If you knew, or, when I tell you, you may want me in a hospital for the hopelessly insane. I'm clever, I would climb the walls like a bug and escape, I will not die in there, I will die in my field, I will sleep there, and I will sleep until the golden light, and golden day of God wakes me.
I'm sorry I like you, I am already mourning for you, my heart is already full of you.