Love at first sight,
so plain to see.
You opened my eyes
to what was in front of me;
My Destiny.

Can you tell me, where does love go?

If there's no one to hold its hand
No one to bring it comfort
No one to understand

Can you tell me, where will love stay?

If its home is a broken heart
When the only place it's ever known
Is now all boarded up

Can you tell me why love cries?

Like an orphan on the street
That just lost all it has ever known
And all it will ever be

Can you tell me, where will love go?

When it no longer can be seen
Does it have a special place it hides
Besides my memory

The gusts of wind rustle through his dark hair as he rides his broomstick
In the search of the golden snitch – In the search of the ferrety golden snitch.
And in his mind whizzes past an image – at lightning speed, very swiftly,
As his expert eyes go after the small shiny metallic ball.

The Nimbus 2000 he once owned has now been replaced with another
In the attempt to make him quicker – In the attempt to make him quicker.
His eyes look like his mother Lily’s – His father James was a Seeker,
This is an analogy of a natural case of heredity in Harry.

The old broomstick Nimbus 2000 he owned was broken into pieces
In his third year at the school of magic – In his third year at Hogwarts.
Dementors attacked him – in the Quidditch pitch during a match,
And he fell several feet below from air before Dumbledore saved him.

.

Why am I so hot,
handsome, clever, talented,
yet so very lonely?


© Pagan Paul (17/02/18)