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