Emily

• Leonard Heil, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

Your hair more radiant then a new bloomed rose,
My love such a secret that nobody knows.
Your voice more sweet then the early birds song,
But not telling you would be so very wrong.

Your face so beautiful no man could look away,
"Oh god let her love me," every night I pray.
Your eyes, diamonds suspended by your intense beauty,
When you are my wife to protect you will be my only duty.

Your beauty more blazing then the sun,
I write this poem for you, my only true one.
Your laugh so peaceful it brings me such glee,
My love, my dear Lady, Emily.