My Special Gemma
I remember this girl is was with once
i remember her name was gemma
i remember her laugh, so happy
and always so beautiful
so smart and so kind
she really was a type hard to find
they where my happiest days
and one i remember so true
there where for of us
but i just wanted us two
it was cold but she still smiled
and she shiverd so so much
but i enjoyed myself none the less
her hands so soft to touch
she truly is a thing of beauty
one i havent seen rivaled
shes to modest to admit it
amd gemma thats what she's called
P.S. if you see her tell her i love her
poem by Daniel Laurence
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