Bring on the love ♥ train Kellybear. ;P

I mean, as much love as you can write in time of war I mean. Obviously this is happening while Voldemort has plunged the Wizarding world into peril and utter turmoil ... but love blossoms everywhere at all times in the midst of anything, no?

No. 15 maybe?

Love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows ... j/k

No. 15 perhaps or a little love's mayhap

Love is a splendorous wonderous thing,
when first it our heart stings.
Walking on clouds, soaring in the sky so high,
one cannot think that the love will ever die.
But like a flower it needs more love to grow,
lest you watch it wither, you reap what you sow.
And if you sow nothing but lack-a-daisies, or indifference
then your love will know all about your ambivalence.

So, tend it carefully with seeds of love,
your heart is not food for the doves,
tell who you love that you love them so,
as I do myself with this poem which to my love I show
For the day may come when I am not here,
let her know always my heart wherever it is to her is near.