Hermione, I Love You.

Her heart seems like an open book of all sweethearts you'll find, It matters not how long you look, who knows what's on her mind? You'll sit a spell with her in view, her lips too far away, And that's my sad dilemma, too. Yes, every single day. She's sometimes called a know-it-all because she studies much, Her memory's a miracle, and yet she's out-of-touch. She doesn't see the way I stare, each time she's walking by, She doesn't see the love I share or hear my gentle sigh. When she's gone, I miss Miss Granger, the girl who knows a lot, But to her, I'm just a stranger, yet not that hard to spot. I know I'm not the chosen one, the chosen one for her, That's why when each school day's long done, to her, I'm just a blur. A face within the crowd, no more, while we all potter round, Not that one guy she's looking for, who makes her heart to pound, And yet my heart makes me confess, my love is oh so real, Her love's my wish for happiness, yet not with spells that steal. So I must wait the time that's right, the time she smiles at me, And I smile, too, with love's delight, that she, at last, can see. If only that would come today, and all my dreams came true, The day I hold her hand and say, Hermione, I love you. Denis Martindale. November 2020. The poem is about Hermione Granger, the Hogwart's hottie, famously portrayed by Emma Watson in Harry Potter films. Hermione has a secret admirer with true love each day for her. He's just another boy in the crowd of boys she studies with, just another boy with a schoolboy's crush, totally smitten with Hermione, patiently biding his time, worshipping her from afar.