SesshLG: Hello, readers (who are not allowed to FLAME me) and welcome to this little poem. It is told by Hermione about her so-should-be husband…well, I think we all know who, yes?
Harry and Ron: Are we in it?
SesshLG: No. Why would Hermione think of a romantic poem about you two?
Harry: But, don't you love me?
SesshLG: Oh, Harry, dear. I would love marry you if I weren't already expecting Severus, Draco, Sesshomaru, Inuyasha, this boy at my school (CUTIE!), and whoever else isn't on my mind to marry me. But, you are a candidate.
Ron: What about me?
SesshLG: Eh, you're a git.
Ron: BWAAH!
SesshLG: On with the poem!
Hermione's Poem
My love lies next to me,
His breathing soft and shallow in his sleep.
Under those pale lids are the deep eyes
Those pools, dark and deep.
When open I am captured into a dark world beyond paradise
A thundering a sky in which I hover.
Those eyes some call as a murder's
Are a mystery waiting for me to uncover
And the truth behind them forever hidden
From those too small-minded to understand him.
I run my hand through his shoulder-length hair,
Shining in the moon's light that seems is so dim
Compared to the light I see inside
The body which normally presents a darkness strong.
His silk locks meshed with my brown curls-
This is what I have wanted for so long.
To be forever bonded with this man.
To lay my head in the base of his nape.
Thank both Merlin and God above
For my husband, Severus Snape.
Finis