Lily about James:
The idiot holding a snitch
Resembles a permanent itch.
Scratching the spot,
Relieve—it does not!
To glimpse his sight makes me twitch!
James to Lily:
Lily whose fair eyes are green;
My heart and mine eyes crown you queen.
For wherever I go,
The pleasures I know
Suddenly seem oddly obscene.
James about Lily:
The girl with magnificent power;
Her name holds the sound of a flower.
She's the one I hold dear
Even though I do fear,
The sight of her wand makes me cower!
