A/n: Hey peeps! This is my first one-shot fic… I kinda got this poem from a canticle in our school… it is one of my fave poems in this canticle… it's all about Harry's feelings after what happened to Sirius's death and about is newfound love.. Well, there is another unnoticed character.. I've got two hints for you.. it's pretty easy. One is that I have written this same pairing in another story.. (I think you'll already know who..) Second is in the poem and story itself itself! Enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own the HP characters and the poem… I merely wanted to share this poem to everyone and related it to HP because it has some kind of connection…

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The Tale of the Unspoken Love

By blue45angelicdevil

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A boy with emerald green eyes was staring at a blank parchment. He ran his hand through his ebony black hair. By a stranger's point of view, the boy looks like concentrating on something. He sighed, dipping his quill and began writing.

Love once flattered in my mind,

Swinging and dancing as something passé,

Singing and dancing as a worthless cliché.

The idea of love seemed absurd,

So mighty, clearly myself I've heard:

"LOVE! Hell let love be for no one,

no one but the woman that's dear to me,

and no one… no one but the mother I see."

I hate love…

I ridiculed love…

I thought never to see love in deeper sense…

'Till came the unspoken love…

I saw this person:

Gracious and lovely I was shot!

My instincts were roused,

And the world grew a perplexing spin,

And then I knew it,

I felt it!

My world was set ablaze,

Flaming and burning with passion,

And turning its victim into ashes

That drifts with the blow of the wind…

As that was the what I came to be:

Like an ash,

I drift around blindly,

As love took my sight

Unnoticed… yet endlessly noticing.

I live to see the face

Of the only person that showed me love…

Taught me love.

I knew then that love was sweet…

As every breath,

And every beat,

Of my crazy heart,

Talks of nothing but my love.

For the sight of my love's face

Triggers a tumult of emotions

To twirl within me,

Giving ecstasy

And the pleasures of bliss

Yet I was slapped in the face…

Love is sweet,

yet bitter than death itself,

painful than an enormous sack,

and yes…

hopeless as hopeless as I am.

For that was all I could do:

Stare, marvel, gaze and look,

Fantasize and dream

About that love…

Everyday I wait,

And stare at that person I know,

Know with outmost madness!

But that person,

Does not even see me…

Does not even know me…

Nor feeling my deteriorating existence

Brought by the oblivious existence of whom I love!

I could not approach

For I shall be despised.

The proof lies within me,

And no one else but myself and the Lord

Who marvelously stand deaf

To my desperate pleas and endless prayers

To give me the heart,

Of the one whose heart caught me,

And in a frenzy crave to own…

For I am truly desperate…

Longing for love I can never obtain…

But can only dream of.

I believe that the person shall depart,

Flee from my sight but never my validity.

And as that person would leave,

No one will ever know my love… only myself.

I could forget that creature

But a mark would leave embedded in my inner gem:

A deep scar that would haunt and taunt me,

'Till the day I shall die,

and 'till the day that that person shall die.

It would remain even as others wane,

Even as the world subsides.

The Lord has been immobilized;

Untouched by the screeches of pleas…

Tearing down life…

Breaking life…

Ending life…

And the most painful of all pains…

Permitting love to remain… unspoken…

I curse for I have been unheard, and probably such would still remain. This is the ever first poem of love that I have ever written, for it is only now that I feel the sweetness and bitterness of an unspoken love. I have written in manner that I could be easily perceived, for whoever that person is, whose any part of the name obtains an "H", hopeful had sensed my love, could now hear the confessions of someone who is mad.

Harry sighed. He looked at a girl with wavy brown hair, with perfect curly locks at the end, and cinnamon brown eyes. She was talking to a girl with red, fiery hair, about a year younger than he. He sighed heavily. He whispered, "How I wish I could say to you that I love you, with my all heart, and I always will. I hope you know that I can't give you my everything… because you are my everything, and I don't want to give you away… but I can't keep you as well." He folded the parchment, and stuffs it in his pocket. He doesn't intend to show it, but also intended not to throw it away. And she will never know… He sighed and headed to the boys' dormitories.

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A/n: You like it? Yes? No? Pleas review!