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Harry Potter, Love, Pain, Poem, Poems, Snape, Spirituality
Across the grassy knoll he stood
The setting sun with tears he looked
Something so profound she took
To break and deny what she shouldn’t.
Driven mad and in grief
His solitude wouldn’t last so brief
Her illusion fair, she found the green
Guising sympathy the others weaned.
Forced to leave what he loved the most
In secret she slept, she raised her toast
Wisdom dawned with a sigh
No sacrifice unbearable, his love wasn’t a lie.