"Sweet Genell"

There's a fire burning in my heart.
There's a flame igniting in my soul.
There is a scent blowing on the wind.
One I know so well.
The scent of sweet Genell.

Genell, once a sweet young lady.
So full of class and grace.
Now a mature woman.
With timeless love seen in her face.

She still walks through life with a childlike innocence.
Still looks at the world.
With bright eyes and Shirley Temple curls.
A woman of the ages.
Her life has went through many stages.

The world will always be one of show and tell.
For the sweet Genell.

Author: Lamar Cole
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