I suppose you're gone now, but I'll make due
Despite what you say, I still want too see you
You're sleepy I know, you've been there with me
Nothing I can do but await the dark to flee
We'll see each other again when our time's come
in sync will our hearts beat like a blood red drum
I've left you once, an inexcusable feat
I'm lucky we still talk, let alone weekly meet
You're one of the few and not like the rest
You're different and wonderful and my favorite guest
I appreciate you, but not enough I fear
You give me a feeling like a warm butterbeer
Now I must ask, if you'd be so kind,
Please finish this poem with me in mind?