Emma
Every morning your name is the first light I know, Emma, the warmth that makes the cold world glow. Your laughter echoes where the silence used to stay, Turning ordinary hours into the brightest part of my day. I remember that evening walk along the shore, Your hand in mine, the waves wanting nothing more. The wind carried your words like a secret song, And I knew right then — that you are where I belong. You wrinkle your nose when you're lost in thought, A tiny habit with more beauty than can be taught. Your kindness moves like a river, quiet and deep, A promise my heart has chosen to always keep. So here's my poem, clumsy but true, Every line an attempt to deserve someone like you. Emma, you are the verse I'll never finish writing, My morning sun, my evening star, my everything. — James ❤️
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