For you my dear, my love,

by MioneJeanSnape

I love Carlisle. It is that simple. I need to make sure he loves me too... A poem written by Esme to Carlisle, before they were married.

A/N: A poem I wrote from Esme to Carlisle, before they got married.

Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue. All the glory go's to Stephenie Meyer.

For you my dear, my love,...

Life is like a rose, handle it with care.

Death is like a wish, charish it with fear.

Your wrote me once, my love, told me my skin was like the sun,

Shimmering and gold.

Told me my lip's were like rose petals,

Delicate and pink.

Was it all a lie, when you told me of your love?

Your skin, my dear, my love, I told you was like the snow that falls so much here,

Glisting white, and cold.

Oh, your eyes my dear, like topas, like the sweetest caramel,

Bore into mine, told me the truth.

Then my dear, I would of died a thousand deaths for you.

Well I wasn't lieing dear,

But live one more life I would not.

Tell I heard your sweet voice,

Like warm honey to my ear's, my soul.

Now for you my dear, my love,

I'd live a thousand lives.

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(Written By: Laura Mitchell)