Oh, Albus...

Oh, Albus...
Kiss her and hold her and love her.
She loves you back, you know.
Her knight came many times,
but he lacked the love you posess.
For her figure they professed
their love was the best
for her whilst they thrived in their prime.

It was by the grace of Merlin she was unfooled,
by these despicable men, who were unschooled.
She not only had beauty but brains,
a challenging combination indeed,
they were blinded by her,
and the splendor which thrummed through her veins.
But you stood enchanted,
by the seed that she unknowingly planted,
which made you stand before her in awe.
My advice,
though rather concise,
would her tender heart withdraw.

It was in your presence, you know, she matured,
your once silent heart cured,
into the beating one of today,
what was one to say?
The trademark twinkle appeared overnight
and remained forever to stay.

Who loved first? No one is certain,
but do not draw this closed with a smattering curtain.
What matters is that you both love,
Disinclined and unwilling,
intertwined and fulfilling.
Destined forever, clearly indicative of Love.

Love alters not the course of our lives,
It lingers, yet never survives,
unless you present it permission
to grind you into splendid submission.
You both were prodded,
you both were poked.
By that blind winged cupid
Such potent feelings he evoked!
The fork in the road is frightening,
but the end is now brightening.
Oh, Albus...
She loves you back you know
But she'll never show
how much you mean to her.
Until you prove your love first,
nothing will ignite her thirst.
Show her you love her
and that will stir
A quiet confession in her Scottish burr.
And then you'll conquer mountains,
by the fruit of that love which you share,
You will realize then that silence is wrong,
for love is an emotion that cannot compare.