A/N: I wrote this poem with the image of a crying Ginny and a startled Harry in my mind, but it could fit as well for any other two characters. It's not great, but it's not that bad, either, so, if you think it's worth it, please review.
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You came to me one morning –
Your cheeks were burning red,
Your eyes kept tears glowing,
"I need your help", you said.
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You put your arms around me,
You shattered my whole world…
"What's up?" I whispered slowly,
As over me you curled.
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And then… I got your answer:
Your lips caressing mine,
Tasting my scent with hunger…
Your lips – my cup of wine…
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In vain I tried to stop you…
In vain I tried to stop…
It meant so much to hold you…
I didn't try to talk…
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You cried… You cried so warmly,
As you tightened your grip…
You held my arms so strongly…
You wouldn't cease to weep…
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"What's wrong, my love?" I pondered,
Afraid to catch your stare;
"Oh, nothing… I just wondered
Why life is so unfair…"
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You wryly smiled and wildly
You turned your head away…
You touched my fingers kindly…
"We might get free one day…"