Four Leaf Clover

Colin was a witty lad and suave
Poetic voice stirs his gentle love
Blue gaze lit like the sky
Irish twinkle in his eye
Lady swoons and flocks to his island

Spinning verses on her skin, ink spills
Bag pipes drifting in the clouds, they thrill
A clover for her hair
She dances with flair
Kisses blowing as the parade marches by

Happy St. Patrick's Day all : )