A/N: Yes another wonderful little SNAPEY poem installment. Yes and as you have guessed it featuring me. Because answer all know I own Alan Rickman. I don't care about the others y'all can have them. Yeah I know in my dreams.

Disclaimer: no i don't own him though I wish I did.





I wonder if he notices me staring

Even if, he looks rather uncaring

Oh I see in grim reality

Ignoring me is his specialty

Oh he's so handsome

I cannot deny

I will not forsake his name

I'd rather die

Than bare that shame

I remember winters in the snow

And the light around his head formed a halo

And now it all seems like a dream

From where I was as it all seem

To me

You see

He is an angel

From any angle

His black exterior I put aside

It cannot hide from me

The warmth I know is there inside

The warmth I know is there you see

And oh how I want it wrapped around me

Is it possible to have such elation

For a man who has such a hideous reputation

They see black exterior

And I see a wonderful interior

I come back to the dungeons

From my dreams

And to my empty bag of FUNEONS

He still ignores

His face bleaker than the mores

I want him now can he not tell

He's put me under his deepest spell

I wish I could stay forever

For his lust I truly savor

A/N: you will have to wait till another day to see what becomes of my love struck fancy for this truly illustrious man.

ELECT ALAN RICKMAN FOR THE POSITION OF GOD