a love song for my Irish boy;
Take from me my heart, my head, my home;
Pass to him my body, life, and joy;
Add to his my fields of fertile loam.
To him I am and will be earth and heaven,
Resting in the sanctum of his fire;
In me he'll find all his gods have given,
Creating dynasties of his desire.
Know, my love, that I will come to you
'Ere this sun has set on Patrick's Day;
So you must find the courage to be true,
Daring to give other dreams away.
After this leap, all loneliness is past:
Years may come and go, but love will last.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon