Looking for the Pot of Gold
Let me assure you that MY pot of gold
Resides in a little town just east of
Toronto. My treasure is 6 feet tall,
Glows as the spring morning sunshine
More glorious than gold. He refreshes
Me as a cool summer shower.
My renewal is in his words and in his smile
And in his eyes and in his taste and his smell.
I am alive again because of him.
I am blessed among mankind and could
Never deserve the love that he holds in
His heart for me.
I love you dearest. I'm yours,
Forever.
NoghtOwl March 17,2000