If Emma was a flower, I wonder which she’d be.
Perhaps a shrinking violet, can you that flower now see?
It peeps out from between the leaves and some would call it shy
But Emma’s not a Violet, and here’s the reason why
It all depends upon the day upon her frame of mind
If she’s only now just met you then yes you’d think her shy
But once you get to know her, and her friends will bear me out
Think a riot of Poinsettias her colours fairly shout
But if life was just Poinsettias how tiresome that would be
We love to see her thoughtfulness as she thinks of you and me
She has a keen eye on her friends is loyal through and through
In thoughtful loving constancy like Hyacinth so blue
Now you’ve got to help me out here I’ve got something on my mind
This talk of Emma’s thoughtfulness has got to be defined
She's thoughtful with the bigger things the major things you see
Though forgetful like the Poppy to the mundane things is she
Some years ago we lost her, but love just never fails
Come back she did, we’re all so glad, saved from such sad travails
So we’re here now to applaud her, her first meal of married life
And like the fair Marjoram let an absence be from strife
However, and you will agree, it’s not just Emma’s day
Beside her sits her Joshua, she’s a Wright now not a Flay
And like a Rose that’s dark and red her love for him is true
Will get deeper with each passing year in constancy renewed
So let’s wish them every happiness from this day ever more
Like a posy of fair Baby’s Breath may their true love endure
Jehovah God will smile on them as in his worship true
Like White-Red Rose and three fold chord not quickly torn in two
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