Disclamer: Well sadly enough I don't own any of the Harry Potter or the song The Rose bye Bette Middler. ( It is a great song! I would recomend looking it up and /or listening to it.)
The Rose
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
The rain slowly fell from the heavens onto the black crowd of onlookers. Slowly one man walks from the crowd, back stooped with sadness. Tears streaming down his face in anguish. He slowly throws a red rose onto the lowering coffin. "Why did you leave me so soon?"
Some say love,
It is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.
"I feel as if I can't go on without you. But I will try, my best because I know that would be what you want. You were always to concerned with my well being." The man chuckles sadly. "I will love you forever and for always, please wait for me my love." With a last thought of love to his beloved he slowly walked away.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
The man kept his promise continuing on with his life. Making a prosperous career protecting the ones he loved in the honor of his dead beloved. But even after many years he could not bring himself to take another lover. Instead deciding to visit the grave as once a day to talk to his lover.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.
When the man is old and on his death bed, he cannot bring himself to be afraid knowing that his love would keep his promise to wait for him. A gentile caress is felt on his cheek and a silky voice whispers into his ear. "Love, I have been waiting a long time to talk to you. I have been lonely without you. Come with me." Extending his hand to the only man that he had ever loved in his life the man died.
When the night has been to lonely
And the road has been to long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.
On the man's tombstone it reads here lays Harry James Potter, the man that learned to love what no others did. And right beside him as always the tombstone of his beloved reads Severus Snape, the man who made my life beautiful.
Well, ( scratches back of head) umm this is the first story that I have ever put up on a website. I hope that you like it and I am going to start on a new story soon. Please review! I enjoy any type of feedback. Thanks.