It was forbidden. It always was. From the beginning of time, from my first step into the Wizarding world, from the first insult to the last embrace, it was forbidden. Hidden words of endearment, secret meetings in broom closets and deserted places, stolen kisses when no one was around, flirting in code through letters at work, all of it, forbidden.
We were enemies from the beginning, enemies till the end, but somehow, somewhere along the road, we surpassed the enemy lines and ended up in a world where nothing mattered. Blood didn't matter, social status didn't matter, money didn't matter, none of it mattered. It was just him and me, a man and a woman. And that was all we needed.
I wrote in my diary of our moments, kept entries of our love, kept the memos we sent in secret, the words on the parchment burned in my mind, and tears staining the ink and making it run. I clutch them to my chest and read what I can, but it was in the past. I don't know where to go from here, without him near. I'm lost forever, it seems, without him.
Memoir of love in my diary kept,
Old love letters, stained in tears I have wept
Tell of our torrid love affair, was it sin?
Questions run through my mind as I look at these letters, smoothing them out for a thirty-seventh read, looking for hidden messages still. So pitiful, I am, to be left like this. I used to be so independent, so sure of myself. But now I am broken and lost, confused and hurt, fallen and unable to get up. I go to work, but I don't receive his letters, and I miss the anticipation I used to feel and the thrill of reading the code that we created together in secret. When I am home, I reread his lovable penmanship and read each and every letter over and over again. Those memories just seem to haunt me. My life has stopped moving without him.
Two burning souls, with flame's passion within
Beneath sweet Magnolia tree's scented bouquet
Wrapped in love's rapture, we spent summer day.
Nightfall kept promise, bestowing full moon,
Pure passionate moments ended too soon,
Then, dawn came with reality's harsh call
Awaken in his arms, not yours at all.
I want more. I cannot stand being this way. I want him, I need him, I love him. There is no one who can take his place. I remember how it began, and is this how it will end? No, there must be more than just this. I am bound to him, and I know he is bound to me. We lasted for months with no one knowing, our love letters being sent all the while in secret. But first, let's start from the beginning, from where our passionate, forbidden love began to blossom into something neither of us could ever fathom…
Passion pays dearly, wrapped in crimson chains
Our love forbidden, when others lay claim
Still old love letters, burn with each line
Memoirs of love, show your passion was mine.
Author's Note: This poem was written by Fran Marie, and it's called Crimson Chains. If you want to read more of her poems, go to writerscafe. org and search for Fran Marie. Some of her work is absolutely brilliant! Please review! So sorry it took me so long to finally create another story! I hope you enjoy! -LoVeDoNtHaTe