I wake up in the morning
Look in the mirror
Will he notice?
Will he care?
I give myself a glance
that turns into a stare.
Why should he love me?
Me, with eyes too blue
Hair tangled
into blonde knots
I’m imperfect, I know
What’s a love-struck girl to do?
I’ve spent so many nights
Dreaming about you
And drifted off
to sleep again.
They always call me crazy
Can’t you see that it’s not true?
Surely you, the undervalued
Youngest brother of the seven
can see
that you and I
Are a match, Ronald
Weasley, made in heaven?
Love-Struck by RiddleHatred
Chapter Notes: I do not own Ron or Lunakins. I am simply swinging on Jo's swingset. Understood? Once again, thanks to Erica-oneechan and Angora.