Just a random poem I wrote while I was away. Hope you like it. (It's my first fanfic poem, and I'm not a great poet, so... Yeah. :P)
An honest smile,
a caring touch,
eyes both deep and pure,
all shadowed by a down-turned face as it looks away, unsure.
A steady arm,
a well-placed step,
a strength in times of need,
but the strong step falls to walk behind, lets others take the lead.
A sun-kissed cheek,
a regal form,
in his eye a youthful ray,
but each time the eye beholds the glass,in shame, it turns away.
A sharpened wit,
the swiftest thought,
a mind beyond compare,
but the flood of brilliance this mind holds back, leaves others unaware.
A small boy's trust,
a young girl's hope,
a woman's longing heart,
but he does not see their loving gaze for the fears that can't depart.
A puzzling life,
a cup of tea,
the hat upon his head,
all mark the under-confident, marred by the words that someone said.
Part of me hates that last bit (I feel like it sounds too cheesy), but... whatever. I don't know why Professor's always been so unsure, so... I decided to make up a cliche reason. (Half of this was based off of young Hershel, by the way.)
Thanks for reading!
God bless!
-LittleBrotherSocket