Sonnet III: Padfoot

O Padfoot, the loyal soul is burning,
With passion to save thy favorite friends.
Thy story, so sad, so darn heart-turning
That stopped the day you met your fatal end.
The sad day the news was given to me,
My eyelids alone would not stop the tears.
Oh how I long ever to be with thee,
But now I'm followed by all of my fears.
Thy heart belongs to no one but thyself,
Thy honor unjustified by thy looks,
Which could lead a maiden on without stealth.
But then you, you saw through all of my books,
And I knew then, my love, that we were meant,
To be together, and it feels heav'n-sent.
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A/N: Yet another really fluffy sonnet. Hope you guys enjoy though!