Strange Heart

I met who I thought was a romantic being,
Until he rudely showed his true colours,
Without shame and no hesitation,
Making me almost dumbfounded,
To know a poem written most gorgeously,
Came from someone with the coldest heart,
With the darkest touch,
With the devil tail stuck out,
I could only pray for him to see,
What he said he'd always seen,
which is beauty,
But he needed true beauty,
And I hope something more for him,
Each day every hour next to next minutes,
So that his life had a colourful meaning,
So that his artistry is treasured,
I believe this could work,
Please don't give up on my hope,
Strange heart here's to you,
Be as real as a man should be,
Be as beautiful as your words that touched me,
Be the one who is sitting here with me,
And read another poem for me.