In a world of spells and whispered charms,
Where love blooms in enchanted arms,
A tale unfolds of two who met,
In a Muggle realm, where dreams are set.
He'd nearly given up the fight,
Exhausted by the endless night
Of ghosted texts and fleeting chance,
But fate, it seems, had other plans.
A flick of luck, a twist of fate,
A profile found, a meeting late.
She answered back, her words like light,
And in that moment, all felt right.
Through autumn's chill and winter's snow,
Their bond began to softly grow.
In December's warmth, they met at last,
And time, it seemed, had moved so fast.
Yet now, the skies are gray once more,
Complications at their door.
"Give her time," the whispers say,
For love, like magic, finds its way.
So hold onto hope, and let it be,
For love's a spell, a mystery.
She's lucky too, to have found you,
In a world where hearts are far and few.
