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My Love Is Like to Ice
Ginevra Weasley. A name that is sweet to the taste, music to the ear, warmth to the touch. With hair that matches my desire, eyes deeper than the heavens, and spirit vivacious as the wind. Ah, the fire that burns deep within. She is ever at the forefront, constantly plaguing my thoughts and even dreams. Ginevra.
But I, a Malfoy. She does not see me as a lover. I am scum, a foul taste in her mouth, the dust in her eye. My pleasantries are mockery, my assistance is scornful. The blood in my veins as pure as hers, but tainted by greed and ambition. She does not see me, but my family. My father's past, my aunt's malice, my grandfather's ambition. No, her family had raised her well; my mother called them blood traitors, I call them saints.
Oh, to be close to her, to smell the scent of her hair, feel the brush of her skin, hear the warm of her voice. The more I try to get close, the more she pushes me away. But instead of quelling the flames within, it only serves to stoke the fire.
One day she will be see. One day she will be mine. Ice is no match for fire.
Prompt: Poem-My Love Is Like to Ice by Edmund Spenser
Word count: 209