AN: Just a little idea that popped into my head after watching Moulin Rouge this weekend. I don't own Twilght, although it would be simply amazing to be that much of a genius.
The words softly left my lips, slightly hesitant. "I love you." His eyes smoldered. He plucked the crimson rose off the bush and handed it to me.
"You smell more delicious than roses, you are more beautiful than the night sky, and I love you so much it hurts."
"Love is a many splendored thing."
AN: Reviews are immensly appreciated.