I wrote you a poem! Describing you, obviously. I love you dear.
THREE ROSES
Black, for your luscious hair.
White, for your skin that is oh so fair.
Red, for your lovely blush.
Who could forget so beautiful a flush?
What'd ya think?
Love,
Severus
Hermione smiled. Her recently-dyed ebony hair flowed down over her shoulders and beneath the bed coverings. Even after two years of marriage, Severus never failed to be outrageously romantic. Despite the fact that his inner poet left a lot to be desired. Hermione sighed contentedly, placed the note on her bedside table, and rolled over. As she drifted back to sleep, a small smile graced her features.
(A/N: Hello everyone! I just want to say first off that I'm not a HUGE Severus/Hermione shipper, and not all that fond of them together. Apart, yes. Together, no. But I just thought this story would be perfect for that pairing. Please tell me what you think!)
