Fangs or fur

When I see my werewolf stare into my eyes,
I watch its fur bristle.
When I read the eyes of my vampire,
I see its fangs glisten,

I hear the thud of footprints in the forest,
I hear the silent footsteps speed past.
As i watch the moons silent state,
A howl rips through the silence.

When I watch the tranformation,
The wind swirls around our feet.
The explosion is silent,
Then all i see is that russet brown werewolf i love.

When I watch you stalk your prey,
With silence so sweet.
Your elegent lundge catches,
And I see the bloodlust of my vampire.

With that russet brown fur,
And dark brown eyes.
All four paws that stand there ground ,
Will always protect me.

With the golden touch in his eyes,
And that messy bronze hair.
That pale skin that glows in the darkness,
Will protect me as much ad my werewolf.

My Jacob, my Edward will always protect me,
But who will I choose as my own love?
Do I choose my werewolf?
Or do I choose my vampire?

All I wish is to know,
To know how to choose.
To choose the one I love,
To choose the one I care for.