Looking up,
I saw your shamrocks smiling
& held your face in reverence.
It was lady luck,
not fate,
on my side
who put me
in this sweet position.
And at the corners,
love runneth over
the turned-up
half moon,
there,
I crumbled.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
Looking up,
I saw your shamrocks smiling
& held your face in reverence.
It was lady luck,
not fate,
on my side
who put me
in this sweet position.
And at the corners,
love runneth over
the turned-up
half moon,
there,
I crumbled.
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