Where art thou loved? That fierce red, fiery haired young lady, Or the beautiful British Lady? He saw that fire haired young lady, As a new lady now Her eyes as brown as dark gold copper Newer than ever Not as thou best friend’s brother But as a young lady Ginny enters the room Not as a little sister, but as a friend Do I want more than that? Or thy British young lady Her eyes never fail To trick a young lad like me to fall for her Eyes already seen by me Which one shall I choose… I PICK NONE - said by Harry Potter