Fleur,
I have decided to write you a poem to profess my love to you on our fifth anniversary. Please stay with it until the end, even when it is not the best, and probably a little corny. Here goes:
The love I have for you,
Is as pure as the snow falling.
The love I have for you,
Is as right as the way to the Burrow.
The love I have for you,
Is more beautiful than our baby girl,
And most of all,
The love I have for you,
Will always be there,
Never gone,
Never faltering.
It will always be there,
Like my scars, and your beauty.
I love you,
Fleur Annabella Weasely.
So very much.
~Bill