It was a dark corridor.
Down that corridor, in darkness, went someone 
     whom you could adore.
But she wasn't seen by you;
There was something else for you to do
As this being went down the dark corridor.
Your attention was for
Something else; besides, was there not darkness?
Therefore, you could know less
About this adorable walking being.
For have I not told you something?
But there is so much more to know.
It is well that the adorable is what we don't wholly know.