These Haiku I Write for You
Remember these words
Hold them always in your heart
Even when we part.
Love is just a word
That echos in the darkness
It holds no meaning.
From my heart to yours
Drift from my lips to your ears
Words that don't matter.
Hold me in your arms
Wrap me in you security
A broken child weeps.
I try to make sense
My meaning does not reach you
I scream it again.
See the children sleep
A story plays in their dreams
Such a tragic tale.
I open my mouth
My words will never reach you
I just breathe you in.
Music fades away
The forgotten tunes we played
I hear your melody.
Does these words reach you?
Do they tell you how I feel?
Give Love a meaning.
"Does any of this make sense to you?" Harry asked Hermione as they walked to their next class, Ron had already made it very clear that he didn't care about anything written in Malfoy's book unless it directly pertained to him, but Hermione actually enjoyed the poetry and readily offered her opinion on how they could be interpreted.
"It's a love poem," the girl declared after reading the various haiku on the page, "or, what was it you called that other one? A love loss poem. But again it's more of a love never attained poem, because he's saying how no matter how he says it his meaning, his love, get's lost in translation. He can't just come out and say I love you, because the way the word is used these day's gives it a shallow meaning."
Harry thought about that, it made sense when put that way. Though Harry couldn't help but wonder who it was that Draco was trying to say these words to and why had he given the book to Harry.