Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. The wonderful Stephenie Meyer does.
Bella's Poems
Chapter 1
Edwards's POV
As I cleaned Bella's bedroom for her, I saw a notebook sticking out underneath her wardrobe so I fished them out. I flipped through the pages. On the first page, it was written in an untidy scrawl:
Bella's Poems For Edward
I tucked the notebook underneath my leather jacket. Ouch. Not a good idea. I hid it in my bag just as Bella walked in.
Bella's POV
Edward was hiding something. I could tell because his eyes were strange – they were flickering around my room. I asked him suspiciously, " What are you hiding?"
" Oh, nothing."
" You are hiding something from me, and I bet that it's from my room."
" I tell you, nothing happened." He assured me.
I wasn't sure I believed him, but Edward was ushering me to bed. He tucked me to bed and hummed my lullaby. I fell asleep immediately.
Edward's POV
As soon as Bella was asleep, I took out the notebook. I started to read the first page,
" Dear Eddie(I groaned),
Please enjoy it.
Bella."
Blunt, but still, sweet. I started to read the first poem:
The very day I met you
The very day I met you,
Was a wonderful, wonderful day.
That special moment,
Was like yesterday.
The very day I met you,
I was caught by your smile.
It was so sweet,
I was thrown by a mile.
The very day I met you,
I was wishing you'd be mine.
I wondered if you would consent
To be my Valentine.
Now, looking back,
I am very, very content.
You and me are together,
Your smile's for rent.
Typical Bella. I put the notebook on her desk. I took a pen and paper and wrote,
" Dearest Bella,
You have taken my soul (if I have one) away with this book of poems. I love with all my heart. You didn't have to write this. But still, I am forever touched.
Love,
Edward."
I placed it gentlely on the book of poems. I sat on the rocking chair and waited for the sun to rise.
