Emma has eyes, like the heavens of blue, <br />She has a delicate air of beauty about her too. <br />If Emma were a season, she would be spring, <br />She's free and she's happy, like a bird on the wing. Where Emma is, you hear the laughter of great friends, <br />Whose happiness never comes to an end, <br />It was in a green vale, that Emma was born, <br />And heaven's angels guard her from dusk until dawn. Emma has found the gift of love, so true, <br />Which spreads radiant joy, when she shares this gift with you, <br />She's gentle and innocent and pure like a dove, <br />And when she cries, <br />Her tears are like translucent fountains, <br />Falling from above.<br /><br />Julia Ann Holliday<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emma/
