My Secret Poet.

Picture this: it's 11:00 at night and someone taps on your window..you get up and open your window only to see a bouquet of red roses and a letter attached.
"To my Lovely Violet..your eyes brighten my world, your hair flows like the wind, your lips are like honey..sweet and soft. your beauty overwhelms my very soul. You've captured my heart" -your secret poet

Meet Violet Rose Foster she's 17 with incredible beauty. Too bad she doesn't know it. Life seems about normal until the night she got those Roses and read that card. She couldn't possibly know who wrote it because..well..she's popular. Everyone worships her and as many boys come her way she couldn't possibly know who wrote the poetic letter that made her heart melt. She never really connected with all the boys that've come her way. They're all either tough and rude jocks who treat women like toys or Brainless pigs. She likes poetic, sensitive, sweet guys.

Could this be the guy she's been waiting for?