Is it wrong to love someone you can never be with?
He is like no other.
No one reached out to him,
That is, until my mother.
He's a walking contradiction.
Pale and dark
Dangerous and sweet
Shy and loving
And sadly, incomplete
His creations never
Cease to amaze
Whether it be an angel of ice
Or an elaborate hedge maze
He's not dangerous at all
He's simply misunderstood
And for things that weren't his fault
He was shunned from the neighborhood
I know he can't hold me,
But oh, how I long to hold him
I'm not even mad about the
Fact that he killed Jim
Is it his face? Or his personality?
Or those fingers made of steel?
It's impossible to describe
The way he makes me feel
He's quiet, he's patient
He never makes demands
People just can't see him the way I do
They can't see past his hands
I can sum up my emotion toward him
With those three little words
I love him
My angel, Edward.