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Mo shiorghra
(My Eternal Love) Aye, There's a woman that I know With locks of gold Dancing within the wind. And almond eyes The color of honey, With one glance I quickly give in. Her smile as pure as sunshine, Dancing across the waves, Of daisies, lilacs and daffodils, In her field in which I play. Her laughter is that of a melody Indeed a sweet serenade. In moments I'm lost in euphoric bliss, When she comes a callin' for me to play. Her kiss is that of the finest wine, My lips have pleasured to taste, Dripping forth from my tongue, My love for her to claim. Poem by: jakeallen |
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