If he remembers her, for just one second,

The world just pauses, stops.

Her long black hair, her dark black-ish eyes,

The thing he's holding drops.

He smiles slightly, his eyes radiating sad,

At the slightest mention.

One glance at a strawberry, a look at a candle,

He loses all attention.

People say he doesn't understand or know,

But he knows what it's like to love.

That special smile, that fluttering of hearts,

Like a rather impatient dove.

Wherever he is, every night he thinks of her,

And what they could've had.

The farm in the country, silence to themselves,

They'd never have been sad.

But he must move on, take another step,

He knows he won't forget her.

Because he'll look back with one sad smile,

He knows he'll always remember.

Just a short poem from Merlin's point of view about Freya. Please review!

A/N: I wasn't sure about Freya's eyes, but they look dark brownish/blackish in pictures so I went with that.