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 da the new earth,
It blossoms if dato proper care.
But mine,
It blossoms ten times as much,
Because of my Amore and his.

Jacob's Poem

Her stunning beauty,
And she doesn't even know it.
Her miracle of smiles,
But for others doesn't mostra 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 shows to the very few
Who work so hard to seek it.
I'd trade my life for his,
And endure the pain that may come,
Just to keep him here, in my arms.

Edward's Poem

più powerful,
Graceful,
And Beautiful.
She wouldn't look like herself.
But her never-dying love,
It will stay the same.
And my heart, though silent,
Bursts forth,
And shows her I Amore her.
And I know that deep inside,
Whatever may come will, too.