He had what Gods considered all that there could be,
and knew it well, he even smiled at night in bed,
when mean gray gremlins came on (this here) Saturday
and sucked his blood until he truly would be dead.

Perhaps it's best for all humanity, this way
he cannot judge nor would he dare to (this ain't true) ,
he will, once asked, (he was) pack up and go away
though he will never ever lose the thought of you.

Herbert Nehrlich 2

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thought-of-you-5/