I see her crystal clear blue eyes,
see the depth that lies beneath,
the wisdom when she speaks,
her soft footsteps I hear clearly,
for my darling, I love her dearly.
Dancing slowly,
I set the pace.
Glancing at Harry,
seeing his face.
He is shocked, but not angry;
confused, but not frustrated.
He tried for ages,
consulted the mages,
and yet here we are,
hand in hand.
Hand in hand as I lead her across the floor,
hand in hand as she leaves,
reaching for the door.
Hand in hand as she steps back.
What the hell was that for?
I used to wonder, why I loved her,
but know I know,
I do because I am.
I am her lover,
I love her my definition
and by my own admission.
I love her not out of pity,
nor shallow beauty, nay.
I love her for who she is,
and the person I am when I'm with her.
No longer am I Ginny,
No longer is she Fleur.
My name dissolves in her;
I have no name.
I am simply hers.
And she is simply mine.
Always mine.