AN: Hey yall, Parawuvs here! I wrote this poem for a special someooooneee…. Unrequited love at its finest. Theeeeeenn when I reread it I was all "OMG I was totally channeling Remus there!" Sooooo I have decided to grace you all with this lovely un-named (though by the time I post it it shall be named) poetic poetry in the form of a poem.

DISCLAIMER: My Poem! Grrrrrr….. lol don't own Remus. Or his "mystery man".

What right have I to think,

And watch your smiling face?

What right have I to look?

What right have I to gaze?

The closed pages of my heart,

Peeped open, just a crack

To see your smiling eyes

Then deemed to grin right back.

I always see your glit'ring eyes,

Your never shaven cheeks.

But what right have I to see

That smile gracing your teeth?

You flipped the pages in my heart,

You picked apart the pieces.

Analyzed and understood

My phrases uncompleted.

What right had I then,

To know your easy kindness?

Which slowly crept into my thoughts,

To undermine my conscience?

And then what right of mine

Allowed my heart to flutter?

To beat so fast when you are near

And pull me stealthily under?

What right have I to feel

Uncontrolled and incomplete?

Did you, when you thumbed my pages,

Leave your mark upon my sheets?

Yet still what right have I

To watch your too big hands?

You move them when you talk, you know.

As though conducting a band.

What about your lips?

I wish they'd touch my forehead.

They're always open in a smile

What right have I to stare at them?

I struggle with these thoughts

And once, I told you so.

You shook your head and smiled,

And said you didn't know.

I wondered what the meant,

You non-committal reply.

Did that mean you loved me too?

Or did you mean goodbye?

What right had I to ask?

What right had I to wonder?

Cause even if you felt the same…

I'd make a horrible lover.

What right had I to wish

To know your sweet sweet heart?

Before you I used all my strength

So I wouldn't fall apart.

What right had I to want

Who had none to give?

Though I still wish for your love.

Mayhaps it should help me live.

Yet still I wonder,

What right have I to think?

What right have I to feel?

What right have I to love you,

When I myself am not real?