A Love Letter to Tonks, From Remus.
PART ONE.

Secrets -
your secrets are sweet and soft
like the midnight moon grinning down at the sun.
Don't leave me to be the middle man
standing in awkward silence across the room.
You chatting girls at the table
smirk with cunning conspiracies in my direction.
Leave this old man be -
or come close.
Passing by you wink, my muse.
Strolling by you smile, you sly devil, you.
Don't transfer your fantastical ideas to this old fool.
Keep to yourself,
or ...
give yourself to me.
You've made me into a greedy, beguiling coward -
how do I ask a girl with a secret?
How do I know this secret is about me?
What have you done?
These secrets
only create more secrets.