To A Blossoming Flower
By: Ronald Weasley
A Blossoming Rose is nothing to weed,
That is you, my Love.
A Rose is a sun,
That is you, my Love
When Watered and Toiled For,
A Elegant Thing of Beauty Comes,
That is you, my Love
Cannot bee Hated, or Tis' Fated
That is
you my Love
A Fate which a Desire
A Never Ending Desire,
Of you, my Love,
O', you shall see,
What Dwelleth in thy Heart
You and my love
