Wild Irish Love
May your love for me
always be
as stormy as an Irish sea.
I want no gentle ride
I wish for no small swell,
I've been safely drifting for too long.
May my love for you
always be
as sure as the setting sun.
As steady as a spring rain
a balm to your scorched plain.
You bring the wild,
I'll bring the sweet.
You be my rose,
I'll be your thorn.
I will be the sweet smile
as you swig down what makes you burn.
Copyright © Rachael Hood | Year Posted 2013
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