Romance Awareness Month - you are born with a timer that counts up until you meet your soulmate.
Optional prompt: "We will make time stand still"
Writing Club - Poetry Day
A dance of love goes on and on
Never ceasing 'till the counter is gone
I was born with a timer on my wrist
Never to stop 'till true love's first kiss
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I searched for thee all my youth
T'is what I said, and t'is the truth
Ever looking for the wondrous one
To tell me that my time is done
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And fair thou wast, as I was dark
Upon my heart thou laid thy mark
Thy milky skin as white as the moon
Thy voice such a melodic tune
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Eleven harvests of age was I
When thy beauty caught my eye
I mustered the entirety of my childish will
And told thee that we'll make time stand still
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For every soul has a mate
But ne'er was a pair so great
For we hardly had to wait
Before finding the other; and that is fate.
Helena snorted as she stumbled upon the love poem Septimus had written her halfway through their first year. It was crumpled from the many times she had thrown it in the waste basket, and yet here it was again, hidden in one of her books. Hesitating, she made as if to throw it into the fire. Septimus had never fully understood her, not really.
But as she did so, her eyes fell upon the numerals glowing on the inside of her wrist. 1st September, 11:00. She had seen Septimus for the first time on Platform 9 ¾, his large family having caught her eye. She remembered him as a solemn, slim little boy, back before his head had swelled from becoming Head Boy.
Maybe I should keep it, she thought to herself, stowing it in her bag. Who knows, maybe it will come in useful?
But Helena knew deep down the reason she couldn't bear to throw the parchment away. The words, lovingly calligraphed by the hand of a moon-struck boy, struck a chord in her heart where she thought she had none. And maybe, just maybe, it would be nice to have a reminder of such warm love, when she would be isolated in the forests of Albania.