A poem dedicated to the love and secrets that make up Draco and Hermione.
Love's Desire
A sweet dream may be dire
But it's not one that has died
In need once, you may have lied
But then, are you a liar?
If dreams are spread out too wide
Is entity a wire?
Just there to inspire
Then are goals just cast aside?
Is it love then, you require?
A dream and a world collide
Something that's real...on your side?
But then can you acquire?
Ah, in there lies outside
A world that's called: desire
Reality is higher
And the dream reamins inside
If there's love, dreams do tire
Love's a knot, to which we're tied
So why not come for the ride?
Or are you too good, dear sire?
Is it you have too much pride?
To admit what you desire
A wall then will you hire?
To hide what you have denied?
You wear a lion's attire
But it's fear that makes you hide
Won't come back like ocean's tide
Love's the lighting of a fire
Love is not reality or fantasy. It's not consistent or invisible, it's feared, it's loved, it's fire. That's why Love's Desire.