White petals gracefully litter the soft, marshy grass
the sun and the wind are one today:
the perfect day for a wedding, they say
my heart jitters like a young white bud, waiting to bloom
nervous with excitement for what lies ahead
the future floats clearly on the afternoon breeze
it’s impossible bright
on this perfect day,
like all the darkness of our pasts had been erased
ours scars fading until they are nothing more
than veins of love
I could not fathom there ever being a winter again,
But kept in the back of my heart the tears shed for those lost in the fray
The tears were like rain, our then-empty lives like soil
Waiting for life to grow
Storms came and still
You held my hand
And I never forgot the sight of you-
on the train, all those long years ago, hair flaming like a blooming flower, eyes like the sky on our wedding day (did you ever think, even then, that we would end up like this?)
dumbstruck as I screamed at you, hurt, when you came back to us in the tent
the day you came barreling in to rescue me, and I saw the tears that had made paths on your face
when you offered to rescue the house elves, and I knew you’d changed, knew you’d do anything for me; before I kissed you for the first time
Yesterday you took my hand in the dimming evening light,
Pulling me, laughing,
Along hills and fields
You pointed out tiny, hopeful flowers, just daring to rebuild after all these long years of winter
You laid with me on the grass and told me everything you loved and everything you feared and everything you wanted until we both cried
You found a shy little rose for me,
You were never very good with romance, but you said
You wanted to be with me forever
You said
You’d love me until our rose died; and it was our rose now, because you tapped the little rose with your wand, making it ours
Then I knew it would never die, like our love
I breathe in the fullness, and other memories come sailing back
On this fine spring day
I smile in the face of sunshine, because it looks like your face, bright and eager
I smile, knowing the day was as eternal
As a blooming white rose