Perfect Night
Only true love can survive under the harsh light of reality. What they have is beautiful and perfect. But not true. Maybe, one day they can walk out of the night together. But for now, their love can only happen during the hours that belong to dreams.
Ginny et Draco belong to J.K. Rowling. I just stole them so they could be where they should be. Together. If only for a moment.
What all this poetic waxing means is that my absolute favorite pairing is Ginny/Draco. Could have fooled everyone who read my first fic he he he. Anyways, I write what the public wants. Drop me a line, tell me who you'd like to see me write. I'm open to all possibilities. This story was originally writen in french. So if you read french, go check it out in it's original form. I like the french better. So anyways, I am kind of half thinking of turning this into an ongoing fic. I will if people want me too. So yeah, abra-ka-blab-ra on with the show!!
The night.
It's you my love.
But not only the night.
The night that sings to children under the vast expance of velvet sky. Stars that look down on us from heaven.
Your eyes.
The moon.
Your soul, I can see it when the moon reflects in your eyes.
You are like the moon.
Unchanging, and changeable.
Soft and hard.
Hot and cold.
To others, you are menacing.
To me, you are my only comfort in a world that cares me.
I've lost everything except you.
My night, my knight.
During the day, the sun shines, but it burns me eyes.
During the day, I have to face the world.
Alone, without friends.
But the nights,
oh the nights.
The nights, in the light of the moon, all my problemes become insignificant.
I am with you.
My life is complete during the nights.
Each night, I wish the sun would not rise.
I wish that you, you could look at me with your soul in your eyes during the day.
That you could show the world that I am important.
That I am adorable.
That you love me.
That I have significance.
That Ginny Weasly is enough, just as she is.
I want to be what I am during the night, during the day.
I want to belong to you in the burning light of day.
Not only in the soft light of night.
So, Draco, I wait untill then.
But for now, we will be together under the moon.
The stars and I.
The moon and I.
My love and I.
The night.
Only true love can survive under the harsh light of reality. What they have is beautiful and perfect. But not true. Maybe, one day they can walk out of the night together. But for now, their love can only happen during the hours that belong to dreams.
Ginny et Draco belong to J.K. Rowling. I just stole them so they could be where they should be. Together. If only for a moment.
What all this poetic waxing means is that my absolute favorite pairing is Ginny/Draco. Could have fooled everyone who read my first fic he he he. Anyways, I write what the public wants. Drop me a line, tell me who you'd like to see me write. I'm open to all possibilities. This story was originally writen in french. So if you read french, go check it out in it's original form. I like the french better. So anyways, I am kind of half thinking of turning this into an ongoing fic. I will if people want me too. So yeah, abra-ka-blab-ra on with the show!!
The night.
It's you my love.
But not only the night.
The night that sings to children under the vast expance of velvet sky. Stars that look down on us from heaven.
Your eyes.
The moon.
Your soul, I can see it when the moon reflects in your eyes.
You are like the moon.
Unchanging, and changeable.
Soft and hard.
Hot and cold.
To others, you are menacing.
To me, you are my only comfort in a world that cares me.
I've lost everything except you.
My night, my knight.
During the day, the sun shines, but it burns me eyes.
During the day, I have to face the world.
Alone, without friends.
But the nights,
oh the nights.
The nights, in the light of the moon, all my problemes become insignificant.
I am with you.
My life is complete during the nights.
Each night, I wish the sun would not rise.
I wish that you, you could look at me with your soul in your eyes during the day.
That you could show the world that I am important.
That I am adorable.
That you love me.
That I have significance.
That Ginny Weasly is enough, just as she is.
I want to be what I am during the night, during the day.
I want to belong to you in the burning light of day.
Not only in the soft light of night.
So, Draco, I wait untill then.
But for now, we will be together under the moon.
The stars and I.
The moon and I.
My love and I.
The night.