I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own the poems.
She had been going out to her tree everyday for the past week. No one noticed her absence. She had been writing more poetry, and remembering some too. Like his favorite. It was the first that she had shown him.
Enigma
By Ginny Weasley
A question without and answer is a mystery.
A mystery with a question. How hard could it be?
Answer me that. Riddle me this.
If knowledge is power, why is ignorance bliss?
As she repeated it aloud she began to cry. She threw her notebook across the clearing, and put her face in her hands. She had loved him, and Harry had "killed" him. It wasn't fair!
After an eternity of crying, she dried her eyes, retrieved her notebook, and wrote.
Someday we'll meet again,
And it,
Won't be a sin,
To love you so,
You will know.
There won't be rules or boundaries,
Our love will grow, unhindered and free.
I'll love you , and you'll love me.
A perfect love, a perfect life.
Free of grief, free of strife.
You'll be king; I'll be your wife
We'll be happy in our perfect life.
She hadn't realized she put the word perfect in there so many times until she re read it.
"Perfect." she said
"Perfect is a lie. A dream. For me at least." she bitterly said.
A last tear rolled down her cheek as she grabbed her things, and left.
--END--
She had been going out to her tree everyday for the past week. No one noticed her absence. She had been writing more poetry, and remembering some too. Like his favorite. It was the first that she had shown him.
Enigma
By Ginny Weasley
A question without and answer is a mystery.
A mystery with a question. How hard could it be?
Answer me that. Riddle me this.
If knowledge is power, why is ignorance bliss?
As she repeated it aloud she began to cry. She threw her notebook across the clearing, and put her face in her hands. She had loved him, and Harry had "killed" him. It wasn't fair!
After an eternity of crying, she dried her eyes, retrieved her notebook, and wrote.
Someday we'll meet again,
And it,
Won't be a sin,
To love you so,
You will know.
There won't be rules or boundaries,
Our love will grow, unhindered and free.
I'll love you , and you'll love me.
A perfect love, a perfect life.
Free of grief, free of strife.
You'll be king; I'll be your wife
We'll be happy in our perfect life.
She hadn't realized she put the word perfect in there so many times until she re read it.
"Perfect." she said
"Perfect is a lie. A dream. For me at least." she bitterly said.
A last tear rolled down her cheek as she grabbed her things, and left.
--END--