A.N.: *sighs* Once I post this I will have posted five fics tonight (it's 2:26 a.m. ATM where I live). This proves that either: a. I have much creativity or b. I'm bored to death tonight but don't feel like sleeping so I'm writing fics. I think b is correct. Oh well. Here goes. It isn't very good, but what can you expect? I wrote it spur of the moment for no reason other than that I've nothing better to do with my time. Actually, I didn't post it until around 6:30 a.m. because my dad caught me on my computer and sent me to bed.
Disclaimer: If you can't figure out what belongs to J.K. and what belongs to me you shouldn't be reading in the Harry Potter section.
What is love?
Heart's in red on a school girls' book?
Hugs and kisses goodnight?
A dove of peace taking flight?
A loving look?
Damn, what is this mysterious thing,
Which supposedly is all around us,
Supposedly crawling the walls with an beauty unknown,
Withstanding ever storm and ever wind which is blown,
What is this over which they make such a fuss?
I used to think it was the company of Death Eaters
Yet that reflects only hatred, an ugly creature,
Opposite of this unrivalled love,
Opposite of the peacable dove,
Cruelty its only feature.
People have told me I need to love,
But how the hell can I do that when I
Am clueless what love could even be,
When love is something I cannot see,
When all I've heard of love is a lie?
But nobody would want to show
Awful Draco Malfoy the Slytherin
The meaning of what love is for real,
That it's not something you just steal,
Or just a lousy worthless sin.
I gave up on learning long ago
About this supposed lovely glove,
This bush which is supposed to beautifully grow,
But still somewhere deep down I'd like to know:
What is love?