Never really wrote many poems before, sorry that this isn't great just thought I'd give it a go. Feel free to review :)

Never a man so cunning,

So witty and so lithe,

Never one so handsome as he who steals kisses through night

We sat in the servant's hall,

"Well I love you" he said

How on earth was I too react,

However tempted I was to say "I love you back"

I said goodnight to him as we both traipsed up to bed,

As I began to undress I closed my bedroom door,

He occupied my head,

Him undressing himself only across the corridor,

The night was cold and airy,

A blustery wind outside,

I was tucked up in bed,

The place of warmth where I hide,

I felt his presence above me as I lay with my eyes shut,

Asleep or not, matters not a lot,

For it was wrong of him to assume I was his type,

Even if since the day I met him I wanted to share his cot,

I wouldn't have minded so much if he'd woken me up first,

Just a gentle nudge or soft whisper in my ear,

Anything to tell me he was there,

Then things would be different, things could have even been dear,

I watched his heart break when I woke with a start,

Alfred stood horrified, disgusted at what he saw,

I shouted and screamed,

While the kisser's heart crumbled and fell to the floor,

When trying to fall back into my slumber,

I saw nothing but the nights event,

A lovely, ebony haired man trying to claim my lips,

His weight on my bed leaving a dent,

A man who moves with such grace and beauty,

Unusual for a man of his stature,

Standing tall, as if on duty,

A man who Carson says is "twisted by nature"

"I'm not foul" he said to Carson,

He said with such fierce pride,

A man who remained dignified,

After O'Brien took him for a ride,

To see him nearly lose it all, everything he had,

He didn't deserve the sack

It broke my selfish heart in too, made O'Brien glad,

I see now, that I have to get this man back,

He really cares for me, I see it in his eyes,

That piercing slate blue gaze,

Mesmerized and hypnotised me,

Left me in a daze,

His love for me is flattering,

A handsome man indeed,

However I know little of him,

A difficult man to read,

In contrast his love is so obvious,

Desperate some might say,

At first I didn't know how to take it,

I didn't think I was gay,

Had he just given me longer,

More time to understand it,

Maybe I would have been better

And things would have gone how he'd planned it,

I know I have to sort things, to right my ridiculous wrongs

I know that these our fates,

So I enlist none other to help,

Than the wonderful Mr Bates,

He helps me so much,

Scaring O'Brien completely,

"Her ladyships soap" were the words that done it,

That made the lady's maid act discreetly,

I know my night visitor dreams of it,

The two of us side by side,

A dream that he clings onto,

A one that's never died,

I think of years I've missed out on,

Not seeing the young man at his prime,

And here I am still wasting,

Precious precious time,

In his life not many have been kind to him,

Lady Sybil being one of the few,

I so long to show him,

That I can be good to him too,

He knows not of my love and affection for him,

I know that much is true,

Oh yes Mr Barrow sir,

I'm talking about you.

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