Just a little forethought note...
Hey i wrote this poem a long time ago.. about 5 months ago...
This here is about a girl called Jemmah Obviously. She is one of the best girls i have ever had the privledge to meet. And I know if she reads this she will call me an idiot but thats how it goes. When i wrote this poem i had only known her for 3 hours and hadnt actually even talked to her. It was in class at tafe. She was in the second row i was in the 3rd across the room. The more i have gotten to know her the more ive grown to cherish her friendship above any other ive ever had.
Love ya Jemmah
The warmth of the touch of your hand I shall never
The thought that you won’t be there to see me grow up
Tears at my heart and my soul,
Your my Princess
You know its true,
And for that reason
I Love You.
I think of you
Both day and night,
But your still too far
And out of sight,
When ever you were needed
You were never far from sight,
The Coldness of your lose will
Chill us for Countless nights,
I long for the touch
Of your hand on my face,
But time moves so slowly
Why can’t I win the race.
Have you ever dreamed,
that one day you’ll find,
the guy of your dreams that no-one can define,
and each day you’ll wake,
I brought a present, for you alone,
its got my heart in it,
so it should be well known.
You’ve had it for a while but it was only for loan,
The faint sweet smell of resent rain fall,
The numerous chirps of the crickets in the grass,
The loud call of the large Magpies as they
Raise their head to herald the morning,