Disclaimer:

All the characters come from the beautiful truly-loved-character killer J.K.Rowling.

(Thank God she didn't kill Ginny!)

I was fuming.

He had made my angry again. I loved him 'till dead, but sometimes I just wanted to kill him.

This afternoon he had insisted on knowing who had been my first kiss, like it mattered!

I was in my room, wanting to cry, wanting to scream, wanting to kill him for making me angry, when I snow-white owl came zooming through my window where nothing was but darkness and beyond.

I sighed, he bettered had a really good "sorry" inside that letter or I would honestly kill him.

Here's what it said:

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
Take air away, but
Do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
The lance flower that you pluck,
The water that suddenly
Bursts forth in your joy,
The sudden wave
Of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
With eyes tired
At times from having seen
The unchanging earth,
But when your laughter enters
It rises to the sky seeking me
And it opens for me all
The doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
Hour your laughter
Opens, and if suddenly
You see my blood staining the stones of the street,
Laugh, because your laughter
Will be for my hands
Like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
Your laughter must raise
Its foamy cascade,
And in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for,
The blue flower, the rose
Of my echoing country

Laugh at the night,
At the day, at the moon,
Laugh at the twisted
Streets of the island
Laugh at this clumsy
Boy who loves you,
But when I open
My eyes and close them,
When my steps go,
When my steps return,
Deny me bread, air,
Light, spring,
But never your laughter
For I would die.

At the back there was a shorter message:

I'm really sorry,

Harry.

How could I be mad at him now? When he had written those beautiful words?

No. Never again would I get angry at him.

Dear reader,

First of all, it's not a song, it's a poem so don't bug me with those "there are no song-fics allowed" comments, 'cause I will personally kill you.

Second an explanation.

So Ginny is angry at Harry for making HER angry, but then Harry is so sweet that he sends her poem…easy.

It's simple and short, but I really hope you had enjoyed it, I would certainly if a boy wrote something like that to me.

So girls, I hope you keep sighing with me every time you read this poem or this fic, and boys…take note.

So keep dreaming….

Fer I love Muffins Lovegood.

P.S. This fic wasn't really rated by the New York Times.