A/N: I know I haven't done anything (meaning posted anything) for a while, well, a long time, so here this is. I don't usually write stories acually, believe it or not; I'm mainly a poet, so I decided to do one for Harry Potter. There is like...one sentance of prose at the end where you find out who is writing the poem. Enjoy! And please review! Please?
Warning: SLASH!!! And rarepairings. Don't like 'em? Don't read 'em. And don't send me flames. It was in the summery and I'm saying it here, don't say I didn't warn you. to slash haters
Summery: A mysterious person writes a love poem about our favorite green-eyed hero. These two people are already together. Slash! Who is writing the poem???
I look at him,
And I get lost
In those big green eyes,
As green as leafy trees.
I run my fingers through is hair
That jet black hair,
As black as coal,
As soft as silk.
I stroke his cheek
His pale fair cheek
That feels like rich, rich velvet;
My knees become jelly.
I kiss him,
Those chapped pink lips;
Firm enough to make me tingle,
As pink as roses;
So beautiful.
He looks at me
My heart flutters;
He is so beautiful,
As beautiful
As the most beautiful
Mountain view.
He smiles at me
And I can't breath,
Can't think
Can't speak;
My heart stops;
He lights up
The whole room
As if
He is
The sun.
He is beautiful;
The whole of him
Is beautiful,
But the most beautiful
Of him;
His eyes.
Those green eyes
That can light up
The room
The world
My world
My world
My heart.
My Harry Potter.
I love thee.
Draco Malfoy laid down his quill and called for his owl, Coal. After tying the love poem to it's leg, he sent it off. At least this, he hoped, would ease his love's troubled heart while they couldn't see each other. Boy, he couldn't wait for school to start.
A/N: Well, tell me what you think of it. Review please! Oh, and if you like this, check out my other story, Saving Harry, and it's sequal, A New Harry, for more great HPDM fics!
