With Irish eyes a charm so bright
So tiny and small no one would have ever guessed so
An Irish chum she is indeed
With Irish blood which flows within
Irish eyes which sparkle like gold
With a nose that rests upon the luck of a shamrock
A leprechaun some may say
Tiny and small
But she is pure at heart and full of love and luck
She is my lil Irish luck
A new found friend
Irish lucks have found me here
No not a coin or pot of gold at any rainbow
Not too big and not too old
Just a true friend with a pure soul
Just a new found friend
With a heart filled with a heart like gold
Irish Lucks
10
Mar
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Posted by J. Palmer on March 10, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized