Wizarding Times

What a great thing is love,
pure like a pretty dove,
shiny like a diamond glove,
the perfect cove.

Everyone is just amazed
as if under a spell,
as if in the sky they'll be raised
by the sound of the wedding bell.

And then children come,
just like a bomb
that you simply can't calm,
but you still love.

Years pass, everything changes,
But you're still there, as well as love,
and you even have grandchildren,
and they're the pretty new dove.