disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Edward whom this poem is about.
You and a God.
In the light of the moon
the gleam in his eyes comes forth.
The whisper in the trees
is when he is running by.
Your scent bewitches him
so you better watch out.
When you see him,
the fallen angel,
he will dazzle you.
And your hart will be his
until he breaks it.
And I promise you,
he will.
When you grow old and gray
he will still be the same.
Forever seventeen,
in the body of a God.
He will smile a crocked smile
when he says his last good bye.