To my True Love

The stars they seem to fall at night when angels dance in my delight I know it’s fair for one to dream on a love so rare and in between. But once I might have hope again, I’ll find true love in life’s end. It seems too odd for one to ask to dance with life and hope at last. When your love is here at last the stars will fall no more to pass and angels will sing and dance of a heart come to mend its past. _Severus Snape.


This was written for my future, my life, and my home I hope one day I will find you.