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I found it hard to start, you see,
Too many winters bloomed between us,
And so, I send you hyacinths, for my regret,
A weight too long borne,
The silence of years when I should have spoken.
If only words could unwind the time,
But it was the folly of a foolish boy,
Who never thought to apologise.
For that, Hermione, I beg your pardon,
In petals soft as an apology unvoiced.
Then came the yellow roses, can you see them?
The gold of friendship, the warmth of sun.
I never thought I'd know such light
In you, the girl I once sought to fight.
You gave me joy, a second start,
Teaching me kindness, softening my heart.
From rivals to friends, an impossible tale,
But you gave me hope where I thought I'd fail.
These blooms, Hermione, they speak of that glow,
The friendship you gave, when I was hollow.
Next, lavender, for peace, for healing,
In your laughter, I found a new kind of feeling.
It came so quietly, a love unforeseen,
With every glance, every smile, serene.
You softened the jagged edges of my soul,
Mending the cracks that once made me whole.
I fell without even knowing why,
In the warmth of your presence, under an endless sky.
Lavender speaks of love not confessed,
But in silence, it grew, an untended guest.
Forget-me-nots now, small and blue,
For the sorrow I carry, because I never told you.
How often, I stood on the edge of truth,
But fear held me back in my silent youth.
So these flowers, Hermione, mark my grief,
The pain of unspoken love, brief yet deep.
I am leaving, and with me, the chance to say,
All that I have hidden, but could never display.
Yet even as I fade, I hope you will see,
What I never could utter, even silently.
But I won't leave without this final bloom,
The camellia, for the love I wish for you.
It is not mine to give, not in this life,
But let another find you, free of strife.
A love that will flourish where mine could not grow,
To give you the joy I’ll never know.
Thank you, Hermione, for letting me see
A world where love could have belonged to me.
Even if it was never meant to last,
The time I had with you, my heart holds fast.
In these flowers, my journey unfolds,
From regret to friendship, to a love untold.
I leave you with blossoms, soft and true,
For the life I wish and the thanks I give to you.
Though I go, I leave behind
A part of me, in every petal, every kind.
And as I fade, remember this,
In the language of flowers, sealed with a kiss:
You were my peace, my joy, my pain,
And in another life, I would love you again.