In a Fairy garden hidden by scented blooms
of lavender, baby breath and rose
There's a swing I'd like to share with you
tis there I'll speak to you love's prose
Hold hands and sneak a kiss on thy cheek
thats as soft as thee wee fay fairie's wing
This yearning leprechon with turned up shoe
will to thee, a special love song sing
Aye, me darlin, tis not a pot of gold I seek
at rainbow's end across the sky
'Tis to see a simple band of gold on thy finger
accepted with an Irish twinkle in your eye....
Sheila
hug
Kathy
Anna
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Hugs,
Chrissie
Connie
Blessings,
Christine
Love ya face Cuz Hugs XOXOXO, Rose
Write a poem did ya?
Go on.
All me best wishes Fee.
John