A/N: this is a poem, that I find helps tell maybe a possible ending for the Ron/Hermione romance. I'll state this know, depending on how Ron is characterized, I like him. I like him in this case, but the poem was not written because of Harry Potter and such. It was written and later applied to the ideals and such. I suggest diving into this one head first and analyze it to get the most out of it. Thank you and good night.

Crashing softly, surely

Blue turns to white foam

Gloriously back to blue

Receding back, though not gone forever

Alone I am, enjoying this beauty

Wish you where here

Stamped on my heart and this picture

Soothingly along the rhythm of the pain

Like waves crashing on these rocks

It does not end;

Nor do I wish it to.

Mistakes are made

Yet from them I do grow

I am sorry, not for leaving you

But for hurting you with my words

Thought I about they were as bad as your actions

I offer my forgiveness

Just as a broken wave asked its mother for

It father looking only night

But his pull strong

Sandy grains pass between my toes

As I try to pass beyond this pain

This memory; these calms waters

Deep blues, ocean skies, powder clouds

Are what I take with me of the time

Of the time we spent together

A broken tear, a ruffled heart

Were first to be packed away

Now, sitting here

Looking across the setting horizon

As the mother, her hands waves

Crash softly trying to comfort me

From my toes on up

She tries hard, though maybe, with nightfall

Father will try harder

Goodbye is all I've got left to do

But I know I won't leave

Not really, not forever

The best piece of my life have been taken

By the mother, watched now by the father

Left to my foul mouth, I cursed them both

Before learning I was the one to curse upon

For it was my heart, that made her choose

She made her choice, he was it

Not I, not the man I used to be

For he died the day they both did

Buried beneath the waves

In Davy Jones's locker though

Not locked away

Restless upon the floor

Scuttling like a bottom feeder I was

To find the reason and

Hating even more

Washing my tears off the sand

Beckoning me forward

He is dead, not me

He is gone from this place

He is the one you asked for

Let me live, please

I lost her, my love

I lost my best friend

I lost myself

Let me live, mother, let me live