I lead you to my table,
And there we stood,
You admired my work.
It reminds me of home...
I had a forest in the back,
And when it snowed,
It looked just like that.
You stood so close to me,
That I could take in your scent.
You smelled like warm sugar,
Even though your eyes were cold,
I could tell that beneath that demeanor,
Was a passionate soul.
And I admired your skin,
Pale like moon,
Glowing from within.
I eyed your lips,
Two pale pink petals,
And I eyed your hair,
How it went from brown
To red,
Like the ends of burning metal.
And, my Edward, your hands
Pristine marble fingers,
Smooth and strong,
Quick and nimble.
They drew so much attention,
That when I looked up,
I found you staring down at me,
Amused and without mention,
That you had finished admiring my work,
And that many minutes had passed,
Of me admiring you...
and you admiring me.
YOU ARE READING
My Edward & I
Poetry"A story that starts with two hearts, That collide, And then fall apart. "
