(A/N: Just a poem I found, forgotten, lost in my documents, so I jazzed it up and this is the end product, enjoy!)
Essence Of Perfection - BPOV
Today, well, was excruciating. I hate days without Edward, although they are necessary, I don't have to like them. I can't bear to be without him. I was so bored, I had done all of my homework, I read the last of my book, and I just didn't feel like listening to music. I picked up a pen, closing my eyes; I began to scrawl meaningless thoughts onto the page. When I opened my eye this what I had produced.
Your eyes, glistening in the rays of morning sunshine,
More exquisite than the deepest green of forests,
Emeralds couldn't capture what beauty I see in your eyes,
For me, they hold the essence of perfection.
Your lips, flaunting your most bewitching smile,
More soft than either cashmere, silk or velvet,
The petals of the rarest rose couldn't compare to the softness of your lips,
For me, they hold the essence of perfection.
Your arms, holding me tightly to your body,
More secure than any lock and key,
Nothing could keep me safer than being held close to you,
For me, they hold the essence of perfection.
Your hands, wiping away tenderly my tears,
More affectionate than any other being,
The strongest bonds could be broke unlike your hand in mine,
For me, they hold the essence of perfection.
You, kissing me passionately on my lips,
More magical than a thousand shooting stars,
Nothing can compare to how precious and beautiful you are to me,
For me, you are the essence of perfection.
I was shocked at what I had written. I had literally written Edward into a poem. I felt proud of what I had done, I didn't feel so lonely now, I had a small piece of Edward with me, although it wasn't as nearly as perfect as the real life Edward. I decided that I wasn't going to show Edward, it could be my private piece of Edward for when he was away, but the musical voice from behind me ruined that plan.
"Bella, my love, that is beautiful. I never knew you wrote poetry. Yet, the way you describe me is still utterly absurd."
"Edward, thank you, but the way I view you is not absurd, you don't see yourself clearly" I replied in a sarcastic tone, "it's nowhere near as perfect as you."
"Bella, love, because you wrote it, it is perfect and I will treasure it for the rest of my existence," he replied, flashing one of those dazzling, crooked smiles I love which rendered me speechless.
"Edward, Iā¦thank you, I love you.
Well, erm, shall we say that the rest of night was the essence of perfection.
(A/N: So, just a little one shot about our favourite couple, Edward and Bella, hoped you liked it. Enjoy, and don't forget to read and review, love ya all xxx)
