Gabriel, by Elizabeth Ryan

He wanders in six minutes past the bell
His smile is hiding some secret sin
Angel-named demon, his haven my hell
The aura around implies where he's been.
Pupils are pin-points in eyes brown and warm
Twinkling brightly, but hiding deep pain
Framed by dark lashes that mask secret storm
Fills me with feelings I cannot explain.
He turns to the side.  I gaze at his hair.
It matches his morals; tangled, unbound.
It's pointless, but I can't help it, I care.
He's lost and he chooses not to be found.
He's trouble, he's danger, all this I know.
I can't have him, but I can't let him go.