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Gentleman In Ireland

Contributed by Sony_Boat on Thursday, 1st June 2006 @ 09:43:58 PM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered



I passed over rugged majestic mountains
in the breeze following back roads below,
there, I found a sparkling lake of beauty
it was peaceful, so soothing you know

I noticed the time; it was not quite noon
then I saw by that lake this man,
who was standing, as if he was waiting
a most beautiful gentleman in Ireland

I am not a young lass and I will never forget
how his fingers combed my fiery tresses,
or how those soft winds blew that day
sending me his lovely soft kisses

My mind tugs the walls of my heart
as I listen to that old Irish tune,
the one we danced a jig to, by that lake
underneath that silvery moon

Those birds we heard, did not sing
they cried as we held each other near,
Oh, but we felt as if we were intoxicated
drinking pure whiskey and good beer

Its been many years ago since we met
near that beautiful lake, our paradise,
I had said, good morning sir, how are you today?
He had said, I feel the same as you! not once, but twice

And again I had said, sir, good morning sir!
And after that, he had said, Do you know I already love you?
I stood there laughing inwardly, I was a bit nervous
You do not sir! He said, Oh, yes I do!

I will always see him standing there
and as the sun goes down I ache,
when I stare deeply into those memories
of that handsome man down by that lake

The blue skies, they started to twinkle
And as we held each other tight,
we sailed along kissing and mixing
our newfound love with that moonlight

I still paint pictures in my mind
he was the greatest lover,
he was my good morning sir
I cry yes; he, I am glad I did discover

My soul still gets intoxicated
as I sing that old Irish tune,
but I dont drink beer or whiskey
and he didnt either, under that moon

I keep directing my eyes to that lake
recalling how calm it was,
and then I see our boat sinking
and the moon light shifts, yes it does

A Mysterious dark cloud may fall in me
and the lake may pour from my tear gland,
but there is nowhere in this world
that fascinates me more, than that gentleman in Ireland

I will survive; there is no doubt
as I explore these memories,
and Ill proceed to drive over those
majestic mountains, in that breeze

I trust Ill find another hidden lake
But, I must stop dreaming today,
And go out to cut, bale, and store
down in this valley, that sweet, sweet hay

Before another dark cloud falls suddenly











Copyright © Sony_Boat ... [ 2006-06-01 21:43:58]
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Re: Gentleman In Ireland (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Thursday, 1st June 2006 @ 10:14:50 PM AEST
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wow sony...this was great! such a spectacular tale.

wiz


Re: Gentleman In Ireland (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 1st June 2006 @ 10:27:38 PM AEST
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Truly a lovely poem, a literary rainbow weaved

from the yarn of love.


Ben


Re: Gentleman In Ireland (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Friday, 2nd June 2006 @ 01:12:27 AM AEST
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Oh Sony, this was so sweet, romantic and brought to mind so many of own memories. I used to live in Redmond, Oregon and I loved it there..........WELCOME SONY TO YPDC.....We are so happy to have you with us here. You're going to love it here, we're like one big family.....looking out for each other, and complimenting each other's poetry!
Your poem was lovely...........thanking you for sharing your Gentleman in Ireland!
Warm love
Lovingcritters
consue


Re: Gentleman In Ireland (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Friday, 2nd June 2006 @ 09:53:34 PM AEST
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how beautiful..like a dream Sony..
an absolute dream-

B


Re: Gentleman In Ireland (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 8th June 2006 @ 02:42:01 PM AEST
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Breatakingly beautifull.
Awesome!
huggs, smiles,
emy




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