Sir Amandus Phem

I knew once then,
          This didn't happen,
          This was not a hand for me to take,
          For this was but a dream ill soon wake,
          But before I do I'd meet Her eyes,
          Admire all of Her before bid goodbye

And while I know we aren't meant,
          You're still a gift that heaven sent

What must be the most horrifying of all,
          Is not fleeting shadows
          Nor late creepy calls...
          Not the coming darkness
          Nor monsters under the mattress...
          Its finding a thing of most beauty
          But having to admire it secretly...

Today is World Poetry Day,
          So let me just say...
          From the bottom of this heart,
          That from the very, very start,
          You have always been most exquisite art...
          Done in its most perfect way...
          
          

You cannot be afraid to lose what is already lost... 

That one couldn't have been truer