I wrote this one for a girl I'm chatting to right now. I've never been able to figure out why people can't accept that they're beautiful. Managed to convince her with my poetry though
A photo on the railway tracks
A beauty standing still
Hands in pockets, feet apart
To my eyes you are a thrill

Your hair like frozen sunlight
Eyes like mountain lakes
Lips as soft as velvet
Your face makes men's hearts break