My first upload! I'm not usually a poetry person, and actually its a monologue I wrote for my English class, but it seemed appropriate for the pairing, and poetry was really the only genre that it fits in. I don't really have the patience anyway to keep up with writing a proper story, or even a one-shot really, so poetry is really the only thing to be expected from me.

I know that this is not written in a style that some of you may like [misuse/lack of plural, dubious phrases, etc - I think there's an oxymoron in it somewhere], but it has been proof-read by nearly thirty of my classmates and my teacher, and I like to think that they liked it. If you have any problems, or dislike my work, the main reason I uploaded this is because I would really like to be a beta. On that note, if any of you could look out for me when I reach beta-standard, it would be greatly appreciated.

Title: I Give To You My Heart
Rating: K+
Category: Harry Potter
Pairing: Rose Weasley / Scorpius Malfoy
Genre(s): Poetry / Angst / Romance
Words: 327
Status: Complete

Warning: The reference in this piece to Lucifer is not me being a Satanist; it was only used for literary effect. Any possible allusions to violence in this piece are not to be taken seriously.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, which belongs to J K Rowling; nor do I own Romeo and Juliet, which of course belongs to the renowned William Shakespeare.

I give to you my heart.

Within my body it beat for you; without it, just an empty carcass; a host without a life-force.
Its valves are life-changers – the reapers of fate and choice.
Its chambers are that of memories, eternally replaced, as is the cycle of life.
Its doorways are its senses, joined to the blood vessels which are its conduits to the outside world.
But without the shell in which it resides, the armour of flesh and bone, my heart—my heart, it beat no longer.
My heart, my help through all my days, is without its thump, its crash, that never ending pounding.

I give to you my heart; this mound of bloodied muscle, scarred by the wounds you have inflicted.
Out in the air it shrivels and rots, its infinite energy dispersed all around.
It is worthless now, with its tainted flesh, bruised by the hardships of life.
Its spark; that rhythmical pulsing – all is now lost, coursing along on the stagnant wind.
My life has now gone: all because you tossed me aside, distracted as you were by your bittersweet revenge.
You were cold and heartless, and so have made me too.
We were once both aflame, feeding the fire of our passion – our hate, and our love.

I give to you my heart; the one that you used to treasure so.
We were all the classic romances – the most tragic; the most cliché.
You called me your Juliet, and I called you Romeo.
We fought for what we were not – imagined ourselves martyrs.
We were but children, forced to make what we could of a dying realm.
We imagined that we cared, although really we were only selfish, lusting after the thrill of the forbidden, betraying each other when it mattered most.
We thought ourselves angels, only to fall into the hands of Lucifer upon the slightest temptation.

I give to you my heart; though my heart, it is no more.

Thanks for reading! If you have noticed any errors, or have any ways I can improve my writing in the future, please review or PM me.

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