Rainbow skies
& Blue Eyes.
Beauty so magnificent
It can make a grown man cry.

Flowers dance
At the sound of your voice.
A man should count his stars
If he’s your choice.

So much luck
He’s a four leaf clover.
Luck of the Irish,
If you’re his lover.

If he is
I’m happy for you,
Though my smile
Is painted on a mask.

If I’m a “friend”
I’m bound by silence.
But why should I speak?
If you found your significant other.