Love in evergreen
It was not in how they metnor in how they came to fall in love
It was rather in how they sat
one afternoon in the grass
and he told her that he had to leave
the island, his evergreen
There was dampness in his eyes
and a cold feeling in his fingers
as he looked over Inishmaan
Evident to him
his dearest was in love
with the music and the tales,
the determination and the evergreen
She smiled when she said
No matter where you go now
or why you have to leave
I'm coming with
I'm coming with
The skies were made for them to see
and the fields for them
to walk together
As the music rested in his laughter
and the tales were always on his tongue
his heart bore the spirit
to never give up
And in his eyes
eternal evergreen
She smiled and said
If you so were to jump
off the Cliffs of Moher
I'm coming with
I'm coming with
For now rest your heart
and come with me for a swim
She walked down on the beach
took of her blouse and stepped out
of her skirt
as he ran to accompany her
I'm coming with
he said and smiled
I'm coming with
Poetry by CC
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Written on 2009-10-27 at 06:14
Tags Love Ireland
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