How I Want Him
I have black curls to cascade down my back.
I have a velvet dress to frame my gentle curves.
I have long dark lashes to outline my sapphire eyes.
I have jewels and gold to gild my olive skin.
I have responsibility to uphold my family's honor.
I have the honour to marry into nobility.
I have the desire to become another's right hand
I have guilt to morn the dead I have slain.
I have the soul to regret the life I have lived.
I have the cowardice to continue living it.
I have all these things,
But I do not have him.
I do not have his hands to touch my black curls.
I do not have his body to press against my gentle curves.
I do not have his caress to grace my olive skin.
I do not have his eyes to behold my own sapphires ones.
I do not have his blood to destroy by family's honour.
I do not have his name to marry out of nobility.
I do not even his desire to hold my right hand.
I do not have his forgiveness for those whom I have slain.
I do not have his regret for never loving me.
I do not have his courage to continue living life.
I do not have all these things,
But, oh how I want them.
A/N: For those of you who haven't figured out it out, this was from Bellatrix's POV and she was talking about Remus. Weird pairing, I know, but for some reason this ones been tugging at my brain for awhile. I've always felt that Bellatrix wasn't always evil, and that maybe she still has some good in her. Maybe, maybe not. I apologize for my bad poetry writing skills. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! But I can dream…