Monday, November 16, 2009

Poetry: Ireland

Shimmering seas
beckon me home.
On a distant shore
my heart waits for me
to return.

Her emerald eyes
gleam in the sun.
Her captivating figure
pulls at my heart.

She sits lonely,
whispering me home.
I want to swim
the empty in between.

My lovely lady,
you have known me for so long.
You are my hearts desire,
draped in a jade dress.

When we are one,
our dreams will be reality.
I love you, my dear,
my Ireland.

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