a/n: I do not own anything twilight related. This is a sonnet

Sitting there like a lovely Roman God

Watching me like a wondrous child

In the meadow with flowers and damp sod

With his expression so tender and mild

No way this creature could be meant for me

He's to sparkingly unordinaridly bright

When will he figure that out and let me be

So the universe could go completely right

Gazing at me with those light golden eyes

Looking at the kitchen floor (which is tiled )

He fills me with wonderful , hopeful sighs

As I figure out my homework (which has piled)

I stare at him so quiet and sullen

My own miracle, my Edward Cullen

By Me

a/n: hope you liked it