Adam layed in bed, watching his girlfriend sleep. Her red hair fanned over the white pillows that he had propped up for her. She looked so innocent - and was even more innocent than she looked. He hated that the fans treated her like this, and hated more so that they even knew about what had happened - or at least a very in-accurate version of what had actually happened.

After making love for the majority of the day, Adam and Amy had fallen into a peaceful slumber. After several hours Adam awoke, and now here he was. It was early into the night, the sky a dark blue color with pink spread across it.

Although he didn't want to wake her, Adam brushed the back of his fingers against her detailed cheeks. He sighed deeply, stunned at her beauty. He had been shocked by just how gorgeous she was the day that he had met her, and now he was able to express it - infront of everyone, but more importantly, to her. He put the palms of his hands on her temples, resting them there for a moment, before brushing her fiery red hair back in order to look at her face better than he had been able to before. He began to think of how he didn't tell her how pretty and beautiful she was - and although he really did, he'd love an excuse to tell her more. Deciding not to wake her up, he grabbed his notebook and a hotel pin before scribbling out a note.

"Your silky soft auburn hair

Your beautifully sculpted cheeks

Made by God himself

Just for me

Your beauty is more than I bare

And everytime you look at me

You find yourself under my stare

Our relationship may be criticized

For we are have only finished working out the kinks

We can finally enjoy a love so divine

No one can ruin it, no matter their wealth

From the moment we met

To the second that I die with you in my arms

You've amazed me to no end

Your beauty continues to bend my mind

More than my mind can bend

I urge you to know and accept

That I love you more than anything else

I love you more than the bright blue sky

More than the stars shining down on us at night

I love you more than the oxygen we both breathe

Adam"

What would it hurt if it was a poem? Deciding that this was the best he could come up with as he was never good at writing poetry, Edge decided that what he had written was good enough. Still, these words didn't express how much he loved Amy Dumas.