I close my eyes
It must be a dream.
There is comfort in knowing
what I believe unreal.

A sweet melody plays
Pure are the tones that fall on my ear.
I realize you are close
My heart beats to feel you near.

I recall the scent of your skin,
A lingered kiss and impish laughter.
Oh, for that leprechaun's one last wish
I cherish my Irish Rose!

Katheran Hill © 2003
used with permission
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