Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, or an of the characters in them. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I didn't know whether or not to put this as a story or as a poem, so I'm choosing poem, and writing it in the poem format. This is something I came up with after reading the final book ;SPOILER ALERT! If you haven't read the book, then DON'T READ THIS! Thank you.
My Spring Lily…or The Private Musings of Severus Snape
There is not a day that goes by
That I don't think of you, my lost bloom.
That I don't remember the days of our youth
And lament on the secret of my heart
That I now wish I could have told you…
In my dreams I still see you,
With your smile, that you once imparted
Only for me…
I see your hair, shining in the Sun,
More brilliant than the purest rubies,
And far more precious.
I still hear your laughter…
The tinkling of a hundred crystal bells,
So rich and wonderful,
I wanted to bottle that laughter
That I might hear it whenever I wish…
But it is your eyes…
Your eyes that haunt me everyday.
Not only in my dreams with the rest
Of your angelic beauty,
But in waking life…
Though there they are not heaven.
It is my private hell…seeing your eyes
In that face...
The face of he who first stole you away.
In the halls,
In my class,
In every news clipping!
And yet those eyes
Are what I remember first about you…
Those eyes as bright
And green as spring time…
I visited your grave again...
As I layed down my offering
To your stone shrine,
I looked at the meager givings of others.
These false followers, who worship
And bring you gifts now...
Where were they in the beginning,
When I was the first,
The first one to adore you?
My eyes scan the ground
And see Roses and Carnations-
What fools!
Do they not know that it is Lilies?
That is what I bring you...
What I've always brought you...
Only the purest white for you,
Though they could never match your beauty,
Which will now forever be eternal...
Why?
Why did I miss that chance
So long ago to tell you
How I felt in my heart-
In my soul!
Oh, how I pray…
How I wish it had been me…
Me who you loved,
Me who you wedded,
Me who died instead!
I would give my soul a thousand times over
If only to have had you live!
That is why, my Spring Lily,
That I fight the Dark One…
Why I put my life in danger
With every moment I live…
For you…For your memory
For redemption
For hope that one day,
I will gain attonement and join you
In paradise…
Until that hour,
When my heart beats its last,
I will both cherish and suffer
In memories of years gone by…
I will live in silence,
With only your memory
As both my comfort…and my pain…