My love, Shall I compare you to the Sun?
For, your skin sparkles when its rays touch you.
Edward, you are lightning fast when you run.
The number of people like you is few.
When you carry me it’s like I’m flying.
We soar through the trees and then through the air.
And if I lost you I’d be like dying.
Promise not to leave for that would not be fair.
But Love I am glad you can never die.
You are a vampire and you are frozen.
Let us continue to soar through the sky.
Because you are mine as fate has chosen.
Take me into your injuring love.
Whip away time with a powerful shove.
Nice one Liz, personally, I don’t like Twilght. But the poem was very good.