My Edward & I

meeting

Is that a ruby tiger moth?

I asked, my heart caught in my throat. 

You looked up at me... 

Oh my Edward, 

And chilled me with your eyes. 

Why, yes it is. 

And you'd smile... 

And your eyes would turn, 

From ice to fire. 

How did you know? 

I didn't think they were in America.

Your accent trailing at the end. 

He was my friend...

I wanted to say. 

Instead I said:

Um, lucky guess.

You smiled again, like you could read my mind. 

Your eyes caught mine,

Those luscious chords started to intertwine. 

Can I see what that is you're painting?