Rating: G (!)
Summary: Ol' romanticised poetry tracing James and Lily's love for one another. Perhaps a parody, I can't tell.
Disclaimer: James and Lily are strictly the property of JK Rowling, a modern literature deity *suck*. No copyright infringement intended, m'lud, just borrowing.
A/N: Dodgy rhyming, I know. (You try keeping it up for 11 verses!)
It all started one Midwinter's Day,
When all but two had gone away,
Whilst James and Lily at Hogwarts stayed,
And talked of matters of the time.
Even back then 'twas Voldemort,
Who troubled every house and court,
Yet James declared, "He will be fought,
And vict'ry will be mine!"
Sweet Lily, she'd heard this before,
From James, her friend of years and more,
So laughed and gave an almighty roar,
James, he cursed her fine!
He glared and threw a piece of food
at Lily, and continued to throw a mood,
But she just said, "Well that was rude"
And his hand did hers entwine.
In an instant, though she pulled if free,
For 'twas true she was as shocked as he,
At the immediate electricity,
'Tween friends who were since nine.
Without a thought her eyes were closed,
Nothing enforced and nothing imposed.
Her mouth reached out and lips touched those,
His. His only - her divine.
But gone, was James, when her eyes opened,
(How strange, it felt her heart was broken)
At least, she thought, they could have spoken
Some superficial line.
A kiss between friends and nothing more,
Then why had James swept out the door?
Perhaps, he feared she did adore
him; some forbidden bind.
Whilst Lily searched her tormented soul,
James wondered why she filled that hole
Still empty despite lust or goal.
Perhaps she was one of a kind.
James had always known words more than his heart,
And yet none seemed to play the part,
Nor able to measure, able to chart,
That odd emotion inside.
If this was love, James wondered, then why
was this the first time they'd bothered to try
But then Lily seemed willing to comply,
So strange, yet he wished not to hide.
What if Lily was his one true love?
To fit like stars to moon, hand to glove.
And a lover should risk Earth and all above
If his true love he should find.
And thus James found himself back in her room,
Where Lily's face was a picture of doom.
Would James now save her straight from gloom
Or just forsaking his pride?
"James, James," she repeated the name,
He needed not to risk some shame.
Emerald, blue, raven and flame
Were already together - combined.
"Is this love?" he asked and his eyes implored.
"Oh, no words; not yet! Let's just kiss some more!"
"But, sweet, really, am I yours?"
She smiled, "You've always been mine."
A/N: I know, eek. And did you notice the slight canon error? (If you managed to get through it, that is!)
Sadly, I seem to have an ingrained mistrust of Lily, so the last line turned out slightly cryptic. I'd better try to write a decent love poem, a nice sonnet or something.