Author's Note: It came out of a poem originally written for an English class. It was so sweet, I couldn't help but make a fanfic out of it.

Publisher's Note: This was written by my best friend! Love it like I love her! 3

Tonks sat upon her bed in Hogwart's Hospital Wing. What was wrong with her? Her head was full of the man she loved, yet she couldn't say he didn't want her. He never said he didn't want her! He just came up with a bunch of bloody excuses! Wasn't she pretty enough? Wasn't she smart enough? For goodness sakes couldn't he see that she really was in love with him? Sure she was clumsy, but she was fairly sure she had enough good qualities to equal out the bad.

She got up and tripped her way over to the desk on the side of the room. She'd show him. Even Molly Weasley was on her side (something that rarely happened in the Order, seeing as this is Mrs. Weasley - the biggest mother figure there ever was). Maybe he would see sense if she could do something sensible for him. Something to prove her love. And then she got it. She could write a poem! Wasn't that how her father wooed her mother in a way? How could she not have thought of that?

Poised with a quill in her hand, it took a while to write. But in the end it was worth it. She had written:

My love for thee is naught but the purr of a cat

And upon when I see thy face at the store

I almost forget I am but a beggar who's pocket is not fat

But nonetheless I must contest that in consideration of your mind less is always more

Your eyes sparkle radiantly like beacons of light

Surely they contain such an intelligence it draws in others like a bear drawn to meat

For you, my love, I shall always fight

I pray to heaven, my soul in exchange for the thought of thee, for whom my heart repeatedly skips a beat

Even if I end up running head-straight into a wall

My emotions are open to you like, that which you crave, a page in your favorite book

I find myself longing for but a display of you dancing joyfully at a ball

Thus I cannot find such sweetness in just who can cook

Lying awake, nothing can match thee not even the sound and look of the night

I hold this dear to my heart, we could fully meet, if you would just name an hour and site.

Tonks smiled to herself, trying (and failing) to quietly tiptoe over by the area where Remus was sleeping soundly in the chair. It was only lucky the other inhabitants were given something to help them sleep and that Remus could sleep through just about anything. The war was still only beginning and she wanted to spend it fighting for what was right - and that included for the love of the one man she admired most. She folded up the parchment, kissed it, and laid it on his lap. Now all she could do is wait.