Broom's Flying
By Moonlitewriter
Whish a sweeping sound moans
As a dark figure flies alone
His allure luring magnificence
His heart beating a lonesome dance
His sweaty forehead makes him realize his tire
But yet, he understands it's not dire
He could wait all night long
Just to hear her play that song.
She was a beautiful girl
Nothing like his partner Merle
She had brains and beauty that was not a doom
And best of all, skills on a broom,
He had met her once, at a ball
At school, that stood wide and tall
Now, its present condition unknown to him.
Just wanting to fulfill his whim.
He never really talked to her
But once Hermione left him, he was in a burr
He met her while walking down the cold streets of London
And took her out to Cinnabun.
They've been friends ever since
Not caring about anything, their abstinence
Kissed not, but hug lots
It would seem more soothing than chicken soup in a pot.
Tonight, as every night before, he wanders out on his broom
To go to the porch of her room
Unknown and invisible
His breath, easily divisible.
He watches her play the violin, her raven hair dancing along
Her eyes show her as strong
She plays with elegance and talent to be
So famous is she.
He decides its time for the truth
So he can get it out of his tooth.
He slowly rises up to her view
Like he had something to do.
She looks surprised, but happy
Her joy made him sappy
She always thought he looked dapper
But she never knew he wasn't a slagger
She figured out everything, because of her dove
As he read her a poem of love,
She blushed and ran over, to kiss
Oh how joyful it was; a bliss
He patted his broom for her to get on,
She blushes and signals 'hold on'
She runs into her room and quickly comes out
Gets on her broom and flies out and about
Along with her lover, the couples flew
He put on a ring, while they says 'I do'
Whish a flying figure sounds
As two lovers ride together, they love abound.