She is like a princess.
Her poem is priceless.
Beautiful flowers blooming.
A rose kept in a glass casing.

The bees start stinging.
All those who are caught staring.
There’s a thousand words to say.
Her beauty leads the way.

No matter what they say.
She couldn’t have imagined.
That her poem would be created.
On her beauty’s terms.

After all,
Hanging on a brick wall
A mirror confirms
That she is the fairest of them all.

If you don’t recognize her beauty.
You will be attacked by something spooky.
Even though we haven’t been talking.
I pray that she will enjoy reading.

Megan a comet with your name.
That is a shame.
I am not writing your poem for acclaim.
Her heart in chains.
Nobody can see her pain.
A stone wall entrance

Describing her beauty in one sentence.
Hope this poem got her attention.
A bubble to keep her happy.
Her reflection in the water.
The water froze of jealousy.
Does this poem even matter?

I though it was real.
That is how it feels.

Like licking stamps
Like a madman I started rubbing the lamp.

Given on a dish.
I had three wishes.

I couldn't see
That she never loved me.

I didn't have a clue.
I realised I wasted two.

I knew I was ******.
I was by the third tempted.

I was bothered 
Until I got thrown by a bucket of water.

Where no one can hear you screaming.
I realised I was only day dreaming.©M.P.Jacobs

Her heart a prosperous,
 peaceful happy place.
Just in case she gets hurt 

you will quickly be replaced.
A building sunken beneath the sea
 containing her heart.

There are 2 passes to her heart.
The one pass is covered in dirt.
Went the wrong way and had to restart.

To her heart access is denied.
Hurt her and you will be horrified. 
How to cross her hearts riverside.

He should apologize.
Cloudless skies as her heart cries.
When she cries it rains outside.

The beginning of the end.
A sandstorm made a huge 400 floor library sink beneath the sand.
At times a tall tower can be seen sticking out of the sand.
There are wolfs bringing information from across the land.
The library overseen by a spirit of an owl.

Many have tried to find the library but they threw in the towel.
The library has a huge ancient observatory.
A huge telescope looking at the stars tells a story.
There are parts of the library that has been untouched for a century.
There is an extremely huge card catalogue.

It even owns books from ancient babylon.
The library has various gateways.
The bookshelves looks like endless hallways.
There are parts that are inaccessible. 
The libraries knowledge is unsurpassable.

A huge staircase that is broken. 
The timepiece on the wall is broken.
A Lot of travellers got lost. 
The library is filled with snow, sand, moss and the one room is filled with a forest.
The library is full but it still has a lot of storage.

Vallerese Would you even believe me if I told you how valuable you are.
Her fears created a castle in the air.
If you dont recognise her beauty you will be attacked by a crowbar.
When she is sad a river of tears cuts through the mountains.
Her hearts beauty is astounding.

A spring surrounded by mountains.
When she is hurt they put security tape around her heart because it is condemned.
A gate with ****** recognition so no one can pretend.
A security grid and a gate with a busted lock, that means that way is a dead end.
While exploring the beauty in her heart, I am using a journal to make a recording.

He found an automated gate that works with coding.
Looking through the gate you can see marble floors that are shining.
A gate with a thick chain and a lot of padlocks with a sign that says private keep out.
 A gate that opens when you type in roman numerals sadly that means he is locked out.
Tried to jump over the broken fence but had to jump back because the parrot made like an alarm and scared me.

The harsh reality struck me like a burning mountain falling on me.
A glass cabinet with no key contains her inner beauty.
I cant read your mind its something he must accept.
Like a present unwrapped.
Looking deep into her eyes you can see a glass cabinet where all her memories are kept. ©M.P.Jacobs

Samantha a garden as beautiful as your eyes.
Your beauty was a surprise.
It is not just your outer beauty,
But your inner beauty is recognised.
Because the beauty in your heart is eternal.
Your beautiful pictures kept in a journal.
A heart with scars that has healed.
Her tears in a snow globe resealed.

Samantha your favourite car is your hearts shield.
For extra protection your heart is protected by a force field.
Hurt her and a car will hit you.
Your beautiful red lips and red hair is unsurpassed.
When she is sad its overcast.
Her beauty is unmatched. 
Those who don't recognise your beauty must be weary.
When she is speaking, if you listen closely, her heart tells a heartfelt story.