|8th_wood (8th_wood) wrote in eighth_rpg,|
@ 2011-02-14 21:40:00
|Entry tags:||oliver wood, penelope clearwater|
I wish I had all the words to adequately say what is in my heart. I am a mere wizard, no more intelligent or handsome than any other. How I happened upon a witch as lovely, intelligent, lively, and caring as you are, I do not know, but I want you to know how special you are.
I hope it is not too soon, but, I can't help but love you. It is true, I know it utterly.
The great muggle poet Yeats had some words that I think express it well:
"I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme."
Enjoy these collections of my terrible poems, and the more appropriate gift of flowers and pretty things.