SONNET FOR OLYMPE
Olympe, my darling, you are twice as fair
as veelas dancing in the summer night.
Your eyes are clear as nifflers', and your hair
reminds me of a mermaid's tresses bright.
I love your giant heritage, so tall
and statuesque. Though you don't dare admit
your dragonesque proportions are not all
from wizard stock, I see your secrets yet.
You've caught my heart, you grindylow; your wit
and doxy-sharp rebuttals faze me none.
I am your loyal crup, your kneazle, pet,
And if you'll have me, we two could be one.
I await your owl and your reply -
Please, Olympe, don't let this pass us by . . .