a/n: I do not own anything twilight related. This is a sonnet
Sitting there like a lovely Roman God
Watching me like a wondrous child
In the meadow with flowers and damp sod
With his expression so tender and mild
No way this creature could be meant for me
He's to sparkingly unordinaridly bright
When will he figure that out and let me be
So the universe could go completely right
Gazing at me with those light golden eyes
Looking at the kitchen floor (which is tiled )
He fills me with wonderful , hopeful sighs
As I figure out my homework (which has piled)
I stare at him so quiet and sullen
My own miracle, my Edward Cullen
By Me
a/n: hope you liked it