This is my very first poem. Please, no flames. I appreciate every review I get.
All you really have to do is read it, but I request simply one thing. Forget all those parodies and humorous tales; all those mockeries and criticisms of Twilight–even forget how hot Edward is. (Or any of the other vampires/werewolves in the series) What I want you to do is forget everything and simply picture all of Edward's love–not him; just his love. Now, as you read, try and put all of that love into each and every word, and if you can do that, you can do anything.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Twilight. Sorry.
I Wish
I wish I could love you,
My dear young swan.
Fragile and weak are you,
Shy and meek are you,
Never to realize just how beautiful you are.
I wish I could need you,
My poor little lamb.
Bold and firm you are,
Peaceful and stern you are,
Never to know you're my shining star.
I wish I could see you,
My beautiful flower.
Naïve and growing you are,
Wilted when it's snowing you are.
For you to grow, I must go.
I wish I could feel you,
My eternal love.
Completely alluring are you,
So undeserving are you.
Without you, life is like a moonless night.
I wish I could let you be mine,
My dear Isabella Swan,
Give you everything you ever dreamed of,
Everything I ever dreamed of.
But I can't.
Thanks for reading, everybody. Review!
