♤
She was as delicate as a flower.
She has always been.
Always.
I have watched her growing up,
how she turned into the rose, she is these days.
Oh, how I love her.
How I love being around her,
watching her,
hearing her,
but most of all feeling her.
There were a few actions, that led to me having no control.
These moments, when I finally held her.
When my hands held her waist, hands and neck.
I did not say much to her.
But what I said, I meant it.
She was afraid of me.
By now, she knew I was her follower, admirer,
I was the one hiding in the shadows, away from the streetlights.
But when I made my appearance, I made sure she saw me under the light.
She saw me.
How I loved her delicate body trembling under my touch.
How I loved feeling her heartbeat rising.
How I loved hearing her breathing getting heavier.
But most of all, how I loved being near her.
She was pure perfection and I could not get enough of her.
I observe every move,
like a snake,
slithering in position,
willing to take more.
I have tracked her down for many,
many days,
I have followed her through alleyways.
I wanted her first at the store,
I saw her there five times before.
And she was always all alone;
now I want her for my own.
So here we are,
my lovely one.
My suffering has just begun.
I am afraid I can not keep myself under control much longer.
Everytime I see her,
I get mad,
and one day,
my sanity will be no more.
She will be my death,
my end.
But that does not bother me,
because she made my life as beautiful as she is.
My death will be peaceful,
because she never made my life dreadful.
I will never forget that day,
I made my way,
into her house.
The way she was laying on the couch.
I sat next to her and watched her,
it was not enough.
Lucky me,
I had my camera.
I took off her clothes.
Carefully, I touched her soft skin.
She looked like an angel,
my angel.
Her milky skin,
being touched by me,
was meant to be.
I laid her down in her bed,
my body and mind was not ready to leave her again,
I laid down in the bed next her,
I held her in my arms gently;
I only want her next to me.
I felt the heat from her body,
I stroked her long, soft hair.
Touched her beautiful lips.
How badly I wanted to do more, I kept myself under control.
She was not ready.
I know she is not,
my innocent angel.
Éperdument amoureux;
the perfect way to describe my feelings for her.
She inspired me,
gave me hope,
gave me purpose.
With her in my arms,
I am in my safe haven.
When I am holding her tight,
I have no other craving.
All I need,
is that one look,
that says she is always there,
just like in an fairy-tale book.
Her eyes talk to me,
as the world stands still.
My once empty heart,
now with love does fill.
If only I could explain,
how much love I have for her,
then maybe, just maybe,
she would feel it too.
♤
These describe the way Harry thinks about June and how he thinks in general.
