Remus Lupin wasn't usually fickle, but he couldn't help changing his mind on this. Everyone he knew told him it was a good thing, and he knew how that it was. He had indeed fallen in love with Nymphadora Tonks a while ago. His affection, in fact, went all the way back to the first time he saw her that summer after Voldemort came back.

He had, at first, shunned her and pushed her away. Truthfully, he was terrified of hurting her. What if he forgot to take his potion like he occasionally did? She could, and would, get hurt. He was short on cash as he couldn't find a job; who would want to hire someone like him?

Knowing her family that traced back to the Blacks, being poor would be a switch for her. Even though her family had cast off her mother, she still had a good about of money growing up and even to date. How could he pull her away from such a well-off life to be with him instead?

Speaking of her mother brought Remus to another point; he had gone to school with her. Tonks's mother, Andromeda, was only six years older than he, but Tonks was thirteen years younger. How on Earth could he call someone he knew in school his mother-in-law? Plus, as he put it, Tonks deserved someone who was "young and whole".

But all of that changed. Remus realized how relative age was, how unimportant money was, and how she would persist until he forgot all about this risk. She loved him; there was no way around it. She loved him, and he loved her equally, and if not for longer.

And now, with parchment on the table and quill in hand poised to write once the words came, Remus had decided he would write to her. It would not be a regular letter. Indeed, it would be different. This letter would be a poem with words that bubbled inside him until they burst out, and these are the words that did so:

Alphabetic Love;

A rose by any other name is just as sweet,

But thou hast a name of the angels, though thou doest not see it so.

Can't I count the reasons for which I love thee? One would be

Delirious to think it so.

Every time my eyes set on thee, I

Feel the truth of the world and the

Greatest that has been bestowed on me.

Hast thou ever been told?

I love thee with all that I am.

Just in case, I say it again; I love thee. Oh, how I wish we

Kept up the charade a little bit shorter.

Love is not a relative term,

My dear.

Never think it so. It is the

On-going affection and

Passion I feel for thee. Now,

Quiet, do not

Rush the moment. I shall

Suffer not a minute longer; the

Time has come; the

Unanimous decision made by me, myself, and I is

Victoriously over-coming my "better" judgement.

We shall, indeed, be together forever, my love, in the

Xanadu we create together. Together we will both thrive and suffer through the

Yahrzeits, such as that of our beloved friend Sirius. Let out thy

Zeal and celebrate, if thou wishes, for I love thee, and I shall never go unless you wish it so.

He gave the letter to his owl and wished himself luck; with any, she would receive his letter, and tears of joy would flow down her soft, pale cheeks. She would apparate over as fast as quicksilver and embrace him, an embrace he so desired. A moment after wishing so, his wishes came true, and she was in his arms, her cheeks wet, her arms around him, his around her, and their lips met.

A/N: Nine months later came Teddy. R&R!