I Dreamt of You My Irish Queen

With radiant smile upon your face, A flowing gown across your breast, adorned with rooting shades of green. I dreamt of you my Irish queen. Your hair a streaming, golden mass, we merge across the darkened room, dwelling in my nightly, misty dreams. I dreamt of you my Irish queen. A solid shore of unyielding force, against the storms of frequent turmoil, shelter from tides yet unseen. I dreamt of you my Irish queen. Peaceful nights under flickering stars, we connect through lasting passion, an ecstatic conveyance to places serene. I dreamt of you my Irish queen. In places of soothing splendor I see, what two hearts can build in harmony. Our nights blend to locations unforeseen. I dreamt of you my Irish queen.