Written by: carl dunford

  You fascinate me,
  in all you do.
 It's a pity, I never,
knew , the real you.
 All I can do,
is sit and dream,
and think ,off what
might have been.
I don't regret, knowing
you, I hope you feel, 
the same way too.
If poetry is the way 
to your heart,
then may be, we can
make a brand new ,