Keys To My Heart {G. WEASLEY}

poem + epilogue

HAPPY WITH YOU

By Lucinda and George

Please write me a love letter to begin as our next encounter,
And tomorrow we can pour our thoughts in red Howlers.
I will throw away all that I refuse to cry about into the bottomless Black Lake,
And walk through the gloomy Forbidden Forest until all hopefulness rots.

I've asked the world how long it would take to see what your heart is made of,
I will still become infatuated with you whether it's made from the ice from Ice Mice or salt from Salt Water Taffy.
I'll sink down until I can get back your discarded feelings from the rusted charm bracelet,
Play a melody I crafted from reading the ripped pages of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches.

As the ashened phoenix rises with a frog's croaking in time for choir practice,
This world still weeps and shakes with memories of its homeland upon illusioned ruins.
Waiting for all these years would be painful,
I don't want to end up like the uncontent ghosts roaming this castle.

How can the floating candles in the Great Hall be blown out with a wave of the hand,
A wish that came true despite all misfortune and mishaps.
Splattered ink and a ruined bound book within your fisted hands,
A Beater's Bat that is thrown to the side along with a Nimbus 2001.

As all people say that no matter how vast the world can be it will come to an end,
But why is it when I reached the end my love for you still exists.
Read out all those words written out by Sugar Quills,
So no one would know my shallow views of love that could not be said as sweet.

I've picked up Unfogging the Future even if I don't take Divination,
But I looked at the crystal ball and saw gathered smoke of a possibility.
Some traditions say it's lucky for the bride to have things of the groom,
So I hope you don't mind the smell of gunpowder and cinnamon on my cloak.

Please don't speak of the fate for tomorrow upon these snowy grounds,
Predestined life scripts exist for a reason within the book that has our magical names.
I hope you don't mind me unable to let go of your shadow that brightens my yearning,
Only a quill and pot of ink to sketch down your smile in five hundred complex lines.

Only a quill and crumpled parchment to write a love poem,
My thoughts are hard to write down as usual yet seeing your smile gave me a thousand.
Your brown eyes shine golden from the morning rays when the leaves shift from the wind,
Dew droplets kept for afternoon potions cannot compare to your glowing emotions.

A red and gold tie weaves between my fingers shows my start to this persistent story,
Kissing your freckled cheeks then the brows that are chilled with frost.
I may not take Advanced Arithmancy or are good at maths,
But we are not parallel lines that never intersect and numbers shouldn't predict the infinite outcomes.

Hundreds of fireworks decorate the daytime sky,
One's pride during teenage years never fades even as time changes.
Neither does the heartbreak of first love,
The mending stitches are rare but I wouldn't trade it for a Chocolate Frog.

Those marble Wizard's Chess pieces are scattered across green table cloth,
A reluctant grin stretched on my lips because I couldn't keep my composure.
Previous dreams will be today's life after drinking a sleeping draught,
Old long staircases are ever changing like your paces to catch up to me.

Your luminous presence rival among the river of constellations,
Your black shoes tap against the corridors after curfew just to watch the crescent moon next to the persistant me.
Until fire from Godric can rid my heart of this adolescent love,
It will blossom into a preservable jar filled with forget-me-nots.