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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gentleman In Ireland
[time] => 2006-06-01 21:43:58
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[bodytext] => 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 don’t drink beer or whiskey and he didn’t 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 I’ll proceed to drive over those… majestic mountains, in that breeze I trust I’ll 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… [comments] => 5 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 24 [informant] => Sony_Boat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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