in a field of four leaf clovers—
i’ll await your three leaves,
my dear
you’re my goodluck charm—
mixed amongst non-scented flowers,
my love
Just thinking back to when I wore my grandmothers necklace, an Irish symbol with marble from homeland of Ireland, and lost the pendant in a field of clovers by my school. Makes me very sad to remember, hopefully I’ll find it one day
