Mark loved Livia more than any other girl he’d met.
Her hair was the only color he saw, some shade of brunette.
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark was captivated by the cherry blossom smell.
It wafted from her long, angel hair that he knew very well.
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark knew the scent of every brown strand of hair she had.
He knew the floral scent lingered in the creases of her hand.
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark spent three hours crafting a poster to confess.
“Don’t do that, she’s got a boyfriend,” his friends would press.
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark plastered his ever-growing love on the bleachers.
When she saw it, he noted all of her green and brown features.
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark noticed her brow furrow and emerald eyes enrage.
“I would never date you,” she spat. “I would rather date the plague.”
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark was pulled away by his decent and only friend.
“Hey man, she’s not for you, don’t give up, this isn’t the end.”
He still loved just her that he’d do anything.

Mark knew that the pigment of disgust filled her green eyes.
He left the poster hanging, saying, “Why can’t she be my prize?”
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark saw the blur of a man that could mean one person.
Her boyfriend blew one, two, five throws, “You need to learn a lesson.”
“I love her so much, I will do anything.”

Mark tried and tried with tears in his eyes for two long years.
And every night he prayed to God that she wasn’t filled with fear.
“I love her so much, I will do anything.”

Mark would pin up more photo-shopped pictures in his room.
They depicted the desired future of a bride and groom.
He loved her so much that he’d do anything.

Mark planned one more finale on graduation day.
He got up from his seat, diploma in hand, and for display,
“I love you, Livia, I’ll do anything.”

“Mark, will you stop! I don’t love you, I hardly know you.”
He knew that is what she’d say, so a bullet went right on through.
He loved her so much that he tried everything.

Mark fell, dropped the gun, watching the red form all around.
The girl he had loved was now dressed in a blood-stained cap and gown.
He loved her so much that he did everything.

“Mark, whatever you say can—will, be used against you.”
She never tried to love him, and it was so simple to do.
He loved her so much that he tried everything.

Mark’s love, dead and gone, dressed in white, and sent straight to hell.
All because of love, he finds himself locked for life in a cell.
“I loved her so much, I did everything.”

Mark cried, wrapped in covers of self-pity—she was gone.
Everything, the affection, the love he wanted was just wrong.
“I didn’t love her, I didn’t do everything.”

Mark prayed to God, asked for forgiveness for what he’d done.
“Why did I pull the trigger? Why did I even have the gun?”
“You never loved her, you always hated her.”