BM: So, I'm going to try my hand at writing poetry, if only because I wish to try something new. I just have one thing to say.
I DO NOT OWN HARRY FRICKIN' POTTER!!!
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Eyes like a sea of emerald fire,
Lit with the flames of hearts desire.
Longing for one to complete himself,
He searched long and far, among everyone else.
Eyes of gray, filled with a passionate storm,
It was desire that his heart borne.
A long time he waited, like everyone else,
With hope in his heart, that he'd find someone to love,
Someone to share his wealth.
And thus it begun, and thus the two searched.
And when they did meet, their hearts, they lurched.
The gray eyes widened, seeing the longing fire,
The fire that matched his own passionate desire.
He was filled to the brim with emotion at the sight,
And it was love that filled his heart that night.
Green eyes brightened, faced with a storm of desire,
It warmed his heart; setting his eyes alight with fire.
He wept with joy, his face aglow,
And moved forward, and his tears he did show.
For at last, the two had met, and they were happy,
As this was the best present they would ever get.
Because alone they were weak, their hearts wrought with despair,
But together, they had each other, and they had their love to share.
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BM: So, what think? R&R folks, this is my first complete idea!