~mystikalolo~

Disclaimer: This is actually my story and every word written here has nothing to do with the Honourable J.K. Rowling. However, these poems are supposedly written by someone from the Harry Potter Series. They could be from either generation; Harry's, or that of his parents. And so that is where J.K. Rowling comes in. WB does not play any part in this.

And we begin:

When I feel alone or bored, this is what I do: ((Don't laugh, it's just what I do!))

Sometimes, I just am

I don't do

I don't think

I just am

Sometimes I just like

I don't love

I don't hate

I just like

Sometimes I just wish

I don't hope

I don't wonder

I just wish

Sometimes I like to wish I am with you

I love to hope I do come to you

I hate to wonder why I think of you

I just like to wish I am with you

If you are watched from a window and wish to be, too,

Are you hoping that this person is really watching you?

If you are hoping for such a thing, then let me assure you my dear

That in that way, you've been watched for quite a many year

Sitting in my room on the bed, window at my side

I've watched you longingly with eyes opened wide

Although you may think that my love is not there

Undeceive, oh sweet, and see my heart doth care

I see no fault in your perfection, in your everlasting charm

Pray and hope do I that you may never come to harm

But then laugh I must for such is a stupid prayer or want

Already danger shoves such trouble at you like a taunt

For I have seen you struggle, been there in your fights

Always hoping that you stay safe and may be in my sight

But I stray away from my point…

If you are watched from a window and wish to be, too,

Are you hoping that this person is really watching you?

I hope that is what you hope because this is the fate for you

My heart is like a window, open to land and to sea

But it closes to every human, but my mother and me

My eyes are like the ocean, so gleaming, they shine

They show no care, no feeling, no anything of mine

My laugh is like music, like a perfect chord to stroke

However, it is not such an easy chord to provoke

My soul is like the wind, breezy and regally royal

My heart, my eyes, my laugh, my soul are forever to you loyal

Shakespeare may have certainly been a poet of the best

However, I have reason enough to think of him less

He wrote the play, Romeo and Juliet and got a many cry

But why must he think that true love will make you die?

I, myself am in love, truly, beautifully, to you it is my gift

But for true love, I will not die, Instead I will live

Your hair, it's just so perfectly… perfect

Your eyes, they're so magnificently bright

Your hands, oh, I wish that you would touch me

Your face; always let it be in my sight

My hair, compared to yours it's nothing

My eyes, they yearn for your allure

My hands, if only I could touch you

My face, it yearns, for you, forever, for sure

~My Stupid, Idiotic, Uncultivated, Hopefully-Never-Seen-By-Anyone, Corny Love Poems~

A/N: Who wrote these poems? And whom were they written about? Leave your guess in a review.