You
To me, you are perfect.
I find the little things about you the most lovely - the line of your jaw, the texture and colour of your skin. I want to run my fingers through your smooth brown curls. I want to run my fingers across your shoulders and feel your soft skin.
But – I can't.
I want to kiss your pale pink lips that are like rose petals unfolding. I want to tuck the curls of your hair behind those ears. I want to wrap my arms around you, and just feel you next to me.
Your eyes, they're as brown as chocolate and just as sweet. Your nose is small and shaped like a button, turned up ever so slightly, and sprinkled with light brown freckles.
You fill me with hope and bliss. You set me on fire with a glance from under long lashes. Every time we touch, just a brush fills me with warmth. I don't understand how you do this to me.
Give me a chance to show you.
Give me a chance to change things.
Give me a chance to make things right.
It takes a man to admit he was wrong, to wish away his excuses; I will do this for you. If you will trust me, Hermione, I will trust you. Let me take you in my arms and show you how much we can love.
It's more than a feeling.
Hermione, I can't express my feelings for you in words.
Love me like I love you.
You.