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