When she plucked the leaves Off my 4-leaf clover And gave them to wind
In brave voice Said she, unto me "Little leafy clovers That bring good luck You will need no more"
My Love-Leaf Clover She became And with each draw of air I took into my lungs The gravitational forces Of endless love Pulled her deeper Into the fertile fields Of my heart
Where she started a garden And planted countless clovers Of her good-luck-bring love
I don't think your Irish, but the four leaf clover has always been a symbol of good luck for everyone, not just the Irish. Another sample of your romantic heart captured on paper but embedded deep in your soul.
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as she is…whether they wa
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And may the fertile fields of your heart flourish eternally.
A delightful write Ron.
warm hugs
Elga
Thanks!
Lady T
and the poem really cute
with a stream of romantic goo
making it's way through :D
nice
love,
eileen
Paul;-]
Love Tink`Tinka
Great pic ... awesome poetic write - perfect!!
Best regards,
Robert