Author's Note: Okay, this is obviously written by Renesmee about Bella. I've just been pondering the relationships between mothers and daughters lately, and decided to make use of my inspiration. I never can help myself being touched by this kind of love, and I tried my best to secure this feeling with words. Enjoy. Or not. It's up to you.
Who ever said that black eyes are soulless?
That crimson is deadly?
Who ever said that adoration could only fill blue eyes?
Or green?
Or brown?
Who decided that you need a heart to love?
That blood must flow through your veins to feel agony?
Or worry?
Anxiety?
Who claimed that you must be soft to the touch to know true pain?
To be hurt by words?
By feelings?
Who first said that you must bleed to know tenderness?
That you need to be breakable yourself to understand gentleness?
Who decided for us that souls were for humans?
And only humans?
Because whomever said that a vampire could never cherish a human,
Obviously never met my mother and me.
