Her skin was so fair,
I thought she stepped out
of a fairy tale.
Her raven tresses melded into beauty,
like Lord Byron's night.
Her voice was a poet's dream
when she used it kindly.
Her body was a work of art
sculpted by Roman gods.
Everything she said was perfect.
Everything I learned about her made me admire her more.
But in spite of all this, she couldn't make me forget about you.
My little Irish girl.
I thought she stepped out
of a fairy tale.
Her raven tresses melded into beauty,
like Lord Byron's night.
Her voice was a poet's dream
when she used it kindly.
Her body was a work of art
sculpted by Roman gods.
Everything she said was perfect.
Everything I learned about her made me admire her more.
But in spite of all this, she couldn't make me forget about you.
My little Irish girl.
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mrbubblewarp:
I'm keeping my mind and options open to where my future will go...
thedarkness:
Thank you dude, it's going to be great!
