MY L0V3
A Poem
By Bella
Bella sat at the desk her mother had bought her for her father's house in Fork's so they could communicate with her in Phoenix trying to figure out the best way to express her emotions for Edward in a suitable fashion. The dark rickety mahogany desk had a swirly pattern on it that her eyes kept straying to and following like the end of a fork to a plate. Maybe this symbolic fork had led me to Forks, the place, not the utensil.
I shook my head to get my head out of this weird thought process place it was in and stared down at the parchment paper I had bought from Target in Chicago when Edward had taken me there last weekend. I was going to get this right! How to tell him, how to tell him! That was the question! I was so much like Shakespears like that. There was always some sort of question like that in my life. My life mirrored Romeo and Juliet to such a tee it was imaginable!
With that terribly romantic thought in mind, I started writing fervently on my paper, by pen flying as high as a druggie:
MY
LOV3
Your
scent
Is
Always with me
In my heart
In my mind
In my veins
In my very soul
My soul which is like the wind
And the stars
And the other celestrial bodies which swirl in the depths of the night sky and remind us that all we are is
Stardust
Except our love
My love…..
My love…..
My love….
Edward……
My love
Bella stared down at the piece of parchment, satisfied that this very eloquently put her feelings together for her absolute beloved and future husband for forever and always, the lovely pale vampire who could read minds so well, except for hers, Edward.
She would give it to him.
!#&()+!#&()+!#&()+!#&()+
MY HEROINE
Edward, consequentially, was doing the exact same thing at the exact same time his "brand of heroine" and love forever and ever and into infinite and always and more, Bella, was.
His desk was considerably nicer than Bella's though, being cedar and oak, a very nice combination, and without the use of the word rickety. His parchment was genuine though, unlike her storebought imitation of such lovely and finely exquisite material on which one place a pen –or pencil, if that is the way you sway- to write. He felt as if Bella, he dear, did not understand the immeasurable amounts of love he held in his heart specifically for her and no other, so he furthermore felt the need to write her a…short story? No. Novel? No. A Haiku? No. A Ballad? No. And eighties rock ballad? No. Definitely not. A Soliloquy? No. A…a….a….poem?
YES A POEM!
He would entitle it "My Heroine".
Yes, that was a divine title.
MY HEROINE
You are my female hero
And my drug
When I am near you
You give me hugs
And they make me feel good
So good
Real good
Like a flower
Or heroine
Or opium
Or any hallucinogen
Because when I am with you
I cannot think
I see pretty colors
And I am happy
So happy
So happy I could fly
Or cry
Or die
In your arms
My sunshine
My Bella
My beauty
My…heroin!!
I looked at the poem proudly because she would be so enjoyed that I had written this for her, I mean, her appreciation for Shakespeares runs so deep and this was such a great imitation! My hands ran along the desk as I read my magnificent poem one last time before preparing to part with it when I ran over to her house at the speed of lightening- no! FASTER!
Her desk was so much different or something, but they seemed to yearn for each other in a sense, just like Bell and I, they were made to sit together and inspire such a great works of magnificent art as I had for her. Nothing could ever match –unless written dearly lovely Bellsy.
Who I was running to see, this very instant, FASTER than lightening.
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LOVES HEROINE
Edward made it to Bella FASTER than lightening, as Bella was just getting in her old beast of piece of shit of a red old pick-up truck. Apparently human speed was tooooooo slow for this vampire because he flung the door open, Bella could have sworn he almost ripped it off of the hinges like how he had ripped her heart out after her had left, but now he was back, so there would be no thinking like that!
"Hi," she said with the passion of a thousand juicy passionfruits.
"Hi," he said with equal passion thrown into those two small letters that made up that one tiny greeting that had been used to greet lovers and friends since the beginning of time.
And
they exchanged their gifts. They exchanged a small laugh at how they
had the same idea to exchange a gift.
And they read.
Their eyes grew wider and wider with each passionate and true line, their mouths dropped and the sun started to peek through the clouds as if mimicking their beautiful emotions being set free into the sky and the gods decided they were true and passionate enough to have the weather shout them to the entire dreary town of Forks.
(A/N that last line was translated from Latin, so that makes their love PURE.)
They finished reading each other's masterpieces at the exact same moment, took another moment to take in the absolute Shakespearness of the moment, then tackle each other in a fervent hug that will make the list of the most romantic moments in the history of all romantic moments.
The sun came burst through the clouds in full force at that moment, as if the Gods on Mt. Olympus wanted to witness the beauty and pureness of their relationship in full light and visibility.
"You're sparkling." Bella told him in a romantic and passionate whisper.
Edward whispered back huskily, finally revealing everything his poem had again vocally, "My love for you sparkles like a lot of tubes of glitter that are normally in stores like Michael's too high for kids to reach so they can't make the story sparkly!"
"My love for you is like a brick, it will never be shattered, it will always be thick!" Bella returned, vocalizing her feelings as well, FINALLY.
And their lives' were just sparkly.
Sunset.
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A/N: OKOKOK I know it wasn't TO amazing, but w/e!! I LIKE IT!!
ALSO: Here is the original latin for those interested!!
Cum civitas ob eam rem incitata armis ius suum ex agris magistratus cogerent, orgetorix mortuus est. Conspicati ex oppido caedem at fugam sorum desperate salute copias a munitoribus veducunt.