My Dark Haired Angel

He lived but not quite as happily
I saw him as a being from Heaven
The world at his shoulders and yet it crushed him
His bravery was unmatched as his heart was lonely
The moments I wished I could show him love
To let the whole world know
We weren't really friends
I couldn't tell him the aching passion that his presence brought
Years passed
When he left our world, I laid down a single rose
As a token of sorrow
His face passes through my head
Those bright green orbs that lit up like flames on a warm night
Those jet black locks that stick up untidy on his head
Even those bloody glasses were a symbol of who he was
The world may never know how much I desired
Or the times I tried to catch his eye
But I leave this poem, for him
My dark haired Angel