Charlene I dont know why I waited.
If I dont recognise her beauty I might get assassinated.
By her beauty accused. Her hearts road closed due to all the pain she was caused.
If she doesnt like this poem I will be laughed at like a clown.
A beautiful pass into her hearts town.
You cant put a price on her heart.
A banner with her beautiful picture and name on it.
Her beauty reflected in the crystal clear water when she looks into it.
I dont know if she will talk to me.
A courtyard with purple flowers isnt as beautiful as her beauty.
Her poem in this letter seal. I wont regret telling her how I feel.

Lario I will tell you how I feel and if I am rejected it would be like a horse kicking my heart in the face and then trampling on it.
Then she would ride with her horse all over it.
A headless horseman haunting me if I hurt her.
Its like four horses tied to four points of my heart pulling it apart because I thought of hurting her.
A horse pulling my heart across the sand.
Hurting her I am ******.
Hurting her would be the same as riding a horse off a mountain.
That's the reason I am doubting.
If I hurt her then the dark knight on a horse will haunt my nightmares forever.
Give her the most beautiful horse in the world to say I am sorry.
I only have a short time to tell you this story.
Your the first girl I am telling that I like her in history.
Telling you how I feel is one of the hardest things to do.
This is truly my last poem to you.

Rulinda her beauty is like a masterpiece. To her beauty is the birthright of every woman. A poem that gives a reason. A portrait of her rare beauty. The beauty she looks at but can't see. A girl as beautiful as Amy lee. There is a fineness about her about her beauty. Winter snow that has fallen on her hearts mountains melted and created a beautiful flowing river. A tree picturesquely situated on the banks of her hearts river. Rulinda seeing the sun shining on her hearts garden. Her aesthetic qualities and ideas can be seen in her hearts garden. Her picture perfect look. The poet is just a blank page in her notebook. ©M.P.Jacobs

Her heart a glittering golden way.
Tried climbing a fence with spider webs on it but couldn't because it keeps those who don't recognise her beauty away.
Her heart a valley of pearls.
She is so beautiful it cant be shown on UltraHD because she far prettier than other girls.
Hurting her is like walking through a very dark tunnel I don't know what I am walking into.
I don't know how to get this poem to you.
She is beautiful as it is.
Plants have grown over an old abandoned bridge blocking out all those who don't see how beautiful she is. ©M.P.Jacobs

Nemisha I apologise for writing this poem.
This poem makes up for all the words unspoken.
I apologise for not telling you how I feel face to face.
Talking to you I would feel out of place.
I wasted another opportunity to talk to you.
Liking you is something new.
I can't expect to many chances.
Nemisha I don't wanna lose all my chances.
The beauty of the lights at night isn't as beautiful as the beauty in her heart.
The most beautiful girl at youth a work of art.
You can only see how beautiful her heart is from the sky.
To tell her how I feel I won't let this chance pass me by.
The girl that doesn't know I exist.
Everything I wanna tell her I made a list.
A shadow that's left out in the cold and forgotten.
Standing at her hearts door waiting with a rose he picked from a garden.
©M.P.Jacobs

I know you don't know me but please hear me out as I write this poem for you.
I know its out of the blue. Its the only way to talk to you.
I will tell you everything in this poem.
Been waiting ages to write you this poem.
I am taking a risk writing you this poem.
When I am near you my heart is like a bridge collapsing in a river.
I could tell you this face to face but its better to tell you everything in this letter.
Like walking over an old worn out rope bridge between two huge mountains.
I promised myself I would see you again.
For taking so long to write you this poem I hope I am forgiven.
I can only picture you from a distance.
To give her this poem I made a promise.
Even though I never knew your name.
I was always afraid to ask your name.
I can't possibly know what she feels.
That's why I have to write you a poem like I am sitting in front of you looking deep into your eyes.
Her hearts path is covered by thick mist.
Keeping in all those special feelings that are close to her heart.
Liking you is walking through a thick forest.
I don't know what I am walking into.
I will tell you how I feel.
What do I do when she rejects me.
Telling you I like you is impossible like climbing mountains.
Her beauty is like the sunset.
©M.P.Jacobs

She is like a theatre of beauty.
You cant deny her beauty.
Red cherry blossoms stands at the side of the road representing her beauty.
Mist on her hearts mountain represents things he doesnt know about her.
Walked over a wet bridge and almost slipped representing how dangerous it is to hurt her.
The first time I saw her picture I was amazed.
Her beauty displayed.
A huge forest where trees have fallen so the path to her heart is blocked.
A steel bridge across the street represents the way to her heart.
You cant put a price on her heart.
Until she reads this poem I will for that day.
A tornado will blow all those who wanna hurt her away.
©M.P.Jacobs