Edward...
Edward, you have Bella for eternity...
Would it break your heart...
If she spent a mere lifetime with me ?
To experience such passion, to love so intense.
To feel that it’s real, to trust with no pretence.
I swear I’d protect her, she’d never want for a thing.
I’d give her all I had & could give...
I would make her soul sing.
I promise I would make her feel like she was the only woman alive.
I would live each breath for her, give my life so she could survive.
Edward, you have Bella for eternity...
Would it break your heart...
If she spent a mere lifetime with me ?
I want to experience the eternal, even for just one day.
For all we ever have is memories after passion fades away.
For when the dusts blow in the wind the circle still remains.
I would take comfort in the truth that her love brought me no pain.
Edward, you have Bella for eternity...
Would it break your heart...
If she spent a mere lifetime with me ?
Edward, you have Bella for eternity...
Would it break your heart...
If she spent a mere lifetime with me?
About the Creator
Steven Baldry
I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.
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