Edward Cullen
His flawless complexion
Is a pale snowy white
And it sparkles
Like a diamond in the harsh sunlight
His body is as cold as a huge block of ice
And as hard as marble stone
And his beautiful amber eyes turn black as night
As his thirst returns to burn through his bones
The wind plays with his messy bronze hair
Reminding me of all the times
As tendrils of copper are blown across his full pale lips
That those same icy lips were pressed against mine
And even though I know he will never leave me
It still scares me to see him walking away
Because deep down, I cannot help but harbor the fear
That he will not return to my awaiting embrace one day
And yet, even thought I know its fruitless,
I constantly pray
That he will change his stubborn mind
And take me as his immortal lover for the rest of our days.