This poem is Hermione's feelings towards Ron in the Half-Blood Prince:

His hair is like the glowing sun.
He's best friend with the Chosen One.
His eyes shine ever so bright.
He's as fit as a young, strong knight.

Hearing him talk is like hearing a song.
I think I'm in love, I've never been wrong.
But will he laugh at my bushy hair?
And if he did, will my heart tear?

We have been friends for years.
Sometimes we quarrel until flowing tears.
At good times we laugh, his smiles charm me.
We cared for each other, and let that still be.

But now we've been apart,
for he loved another and gave his heart.
I found myself wondering night and day,
when will be the time to make him pay.

What shall I do of these rough matters?
Should I move aside until my world scatters?
It's a bad time for love, these troubled times.
I feel so sour, like lemon-lime.

Love is a queer thing, must be handled with care.
Tears must be paid, whether for injustice or for fair.