Good morning to my brethren, our time has begun. Let’s don our garb; share a toast and all have some fun. It’s finally St. Paddy’s day, cheers to one and all. Our heritage’s expansive, though our part may be small. ~ Diaspora may dilute our tasty brews of green, the potency of the day now not clearly seen. But snakes can’t writhe when we happily parade. And a festival it is and never will it fade. ~ From Pagan and Druid to the trinity of leaf, a saint named Patrick triumphed over grief. His plight heroic and his resilience reinforced, a feast deserved, though now locally sourced. ~ With homage to our forebears, together we shall stand. Today I’ll wear my green and gladly shake your hand. Our faith in worldly friendship unites, dare to be bold. Good luck to all and may you find your pot of gold.
If love is blind I need to see no more. The vision in my mind’s everlasting and pure. If love is blind the future I now see, our senses felt as one, together you and me. ~ If to know love’s blind the truth then is clear. Each time I close my eyes her touch is always near. If to know what you feel your sight then is set. Eyes see each other and stare with no regret.