Renesmee's Poem
A rose, red and sweet,
But if cut away will wilt.
Held in warm, tender hands,
To endure the harsh winter nights.
Held par the new earth,
It blossoms if donné proper care.
But mine,
It blossoms ten times as much,
Because of my l’amour and his.
Jacob's Poem
Her stunning beauty,
And she doesn't even know it.
Her miracle of smiles,
But for others doesn't montrer it.
A voice sweeter than an angel's,
Grace like a gazelle's,
A mind of an owl's,
And silent,
Like a cat on the prowl.
She holds me here,
And I'm glad,
For I may soon die without her.
Bella's Poem
A miracle to have,
And I'm the one to keep it.
And it only...
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