Love Me In Ireland
To live with you, my rose
be the most wonderful gift given to me;
before life, my love
you matter the most in my life,
love me and live with me
in the rushing green low lands of Ireland
in the Irish Springs of Dublin
as we sit and pick lilacs;
see the sweat break at my brow
shaking in nervousness
to give you a single kiss upon your sweet, soft lips;
come now with me, my dear,
to live in the prairie lands
in old Dublin.
We shall go on then, my dear,
and create sweet memories
under such silent stars,
which paint the night sky in beauty,
and the silver laced moon shine upon our cabin door,
as we break the silence of the starlit night.
Come now, my love;
my dear, and love me,
living in the Prairie lands of old, green Ireland.
.12.18.2013.
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