Isabella.

• Artist: -SailorLillith-
• Description: I'm a big fan of twilight and the other books. in honor of my friend i wrote this because she always fights me when i say it hurt bella more than edward when he left. so i wrote this poem from his point of view and attempted to describe what he might have been feeling. i doubt it was spot on but i tried... so tell me what you think.
• Date: 05/04/2009
• Tags: isabella

A rose blossoms
as pale as the dew
on a white winter morn.
That which my heart aches to hold,
but my hands will not touch for fear of harming its soft treasure.
I am strong, such a contradiction to fragile,
for the rose is just that. Its skin so soft ;
unlike my granite touch. But to again hold a rose as soft
would, never my years surpass, grant joy in place of pain.
Such as I do feel in my heart of ice, is but like stepping on splintered glass to her,
my rose.
The tears she cries run as crystal down cheeks of petals,
And pain, such a human concept.
If it is human, then why do I feel such?
To see my rose only but once more
Could end this suffering.
My sun,
My light,
My rose,
My….. Isabella.