What is Love?

It's the way you ruffle your hair,

To make it look like you just stepped off a broom.

It's the way you playfully shove Serious,

And tease Lupin to no end.

It's the way you always lose your glasses,

And blunder around till I find them.

Love is the way we sneak out at night,

To sit in the moonlight by the lake.

It's the way you steal my books,

And don't return them till I notice.

It's all your jokes and endless pranks,

That make me laugh till I cry.

It's the way Dumbledore looks at us,

Like he always knew we'd fall for each other.

That, James, is love.

Lily