For Edward

At night he watches outside my window.
In day, he stands by my side.
I contemplate what he's thinking, and long for him to hold me once more.

To breathe his intoxicating scent,
To feel his cold, stone body next to mine.
To look into his ever changing eyes.

Oh those eyes,
The eyes that make me weak,
The golden beacons that makes looking in them worth all
the while.

I can't get enough of him
Though he say we shouldn't,
I must.

Distant or close.
Human or not.
He is my everlasting drug.
My Edward.