Stone cold as a statue
A crooked smile that would knock any girl off there feet.
Gentle as a feather,
With a hot headed temper.
Always there when he is needed
And kind as could ever be imaginable.
His topaz eyes gleam
As does his aspen colored skin.
With the intensity of one million diamonds
He will always be perfect
He will always be Edward…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem