A/N: Carlisle's response to For you my dear, my love...
Disclaimer: I no own, You no sue...
My heart, my soul, my love...
When I see the fresh dew of the morning,
My love, I think of you.
When I hear a new born baby cry,
My dear, I cry for you.
I stole your soul,
Yet you love me.
I would not lie of my love for you.
Surly you would know,
For you hold my heart in your hands.
When God created you for me,
He must of stolen beams of sun,
For nothing else compares to your sweet soft skin.
He must of asked a rose to kiss you thrice upon your lips,
So delicate and pink.
I wrote you once, my love,
Told you all these things.
Know one thing my love, when I'm not near,
My heart, my soul, my love,
You hold within your hands.