Ode to Snape!

I used to see love as something innocent;
wandering through the forest
and taking risqué pictures in the over growth.
Not as something perverted or overtly sexual,
but exploring the limits of innocence
within sexuality itself. Just silly innuendos.
I used to look forward to the apparent magic
that hid itself within the touch
and an optimistic outlook on the world.

I used to look forward to that escape
from the real world.
It seems that all of my escapes
end in ruin.

I used to wonder how opposites could attract,
not that it matters anymore;
it was never meant to be.
That since has become obvious.
Just imagine the fools we could have been;
can you see us happy, running still like children?
I still can.

But that can never happen...
You have since been taken from me;
once by love then once by death.
I am sorry, I am so sorry.

Now here I lay
bleeding on the floor
and wanting nothing more
than for you to look me in the eyes.
But all I have is this child;
of your flesh and of your blood,
but not of mine
to satisfy my desire
of this broken body:
Child with my love's eyes,
please look at me
for one last time
before I die.