We walked in the rain I showed her my scars She showed me her pain.
We kissed in the mist of a late spring downpour I wanted more she told me to wait It got late and later still Until I could stand it no longer our kisses became stronger and we made our way into the break of a new day.
She became shy I asked why told her, I had died in her passions she said, 'old fashioned' and she gave me that look that took me away I wanted to stay. Without her I'm lost tossed like a ship on the uncharted seas She will do as she wishes Please wish for me Hermione.