Shall I compare thee to a Quidditch match
So filled are you with magic and mirth
You're Alohomora has unfastened my heart's latch
As the broomsticks fly, you lift me from the earth.
Stronger than the force of any Bludger,
Lips redder than any Quaffle
My soul you fill with hunger
That cannot be sainted by even the sweetest waffle
You are the Keeper of my heart's rings,
The Chaser of my soul's desire,
You are the Seeker of all these things,
Like Incendio, you light my world on fire.
More glorious and precious than the fluttering golden snitch,
My wonderful wizard, more beautiful and handsome than any witch.