I dont own Twilight.
Cool is the grass that cradles me now.
Gentle is the breeze that caresses me how?
Soft is your hand that cups my cheek.
Smooth is your voice in which I seek.
Deep are your eyes that search my heart.
True is this; we shall never part.
Sincere is the kiss that adorns me now.
Yet calm is my heart, still beating how?
Unfailing is the touch that awakens my mind.
In life or death, what will we find?
Chill is the black just settling in.
A blanket of darkness, the night begins.
Still we lay, unmoving now.
Lost in each other, unblinking how?
Like ice is your breath that you do not need,
Inside of you lies the passion to feed.
But still you stay, holding me with care.
And our last eclipse, do we share.