Roses are red, violets are blue. Let me love you. Let me fight for you. Give me the blade, I'll wipe your tears.I'll fight away all your fears. Caress you and kiss you til dawn until dusk, give my your heart and let me gaurd it with trust. Kiss your scars from head to toe, whisper how much I love you as I go. You scream and yell at me, telling me I don't understand the hurt you feel. But, yet, you refuse to let me help you heal. I made you a promise and that I must keep. I made a mistake and in result you put the blade in deep. I can't stress my love for you, senorita. Just know that I know you're perfect, bonita.

I know you don't know me, but you will soon. I think I'm in love with you, and yes, I'm a fool. A sucker for love. I've always been impulsive. Ever since I saw you, my heart has been stolen. I'm way too shy to show you the real me, so I'm writing just so you can get to know me. Accept me as I am, and please write me back whenever you can. --- Your secret admirer, Jacob. Locker 280.