AN: As much as I want to, I don't own twilight, I don't own Jasper. *sniff* And yes I know it's not a story. It's just an abstract poem about how Alice may view Jasper in her heart of hearts. Please be kind.....
An Eternity of Love
Hearts speaking quiet truths,
Touches gentle caress.
Cold skin feeling warm,
Pale shimmer, soft woodland scents.
My Jasper.
Soft breezes bring longing,
Trees surrounding our touch.
Desire fueling a fire within,
Will we burn up?
My Jasper.
Soft spoken words,
More felt than heard.
Time within time stands still,
Longing and waiting,
Knowing before seeing.
My Jasper
My one, my tender dearest,
We are one, yet separate.
My dreams are your home.
My heart your hearth.
My Jasper, my eternal love.
