Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Jasper Hale or Bella Swan. Stephenie does.


I'm a lost ball in the high weeds

I don't know how this works, this thing called love

You give me feelings that could bring me to my knees

You're just a girl, young and innocent as a dove

They say a still tongue keeps a wise head

So I will not speak, only watch and wait

You will grow and mature as she said

One day I will tell you and my problems will become lightweight

Until then my fair belle, I am all ears

If you only say, I will be yours to keep

Only a couple more years

And then the rewards for my patience I will reap


AN: Its been a while since I've written anything and published it. I've had writers block for quite a while... And I don't feel like I've written anything publishable for a while. I wrote this to help a friend with a poem she had to write using some idiomatic phrases. I would love to hear what you think. So, please, review.