I Dreamt of You My Irish Queen
With radiant smile upon your face,
A flowing gown across your breast,
adorned with rooting shades of green.
I dreamt of you my Irish queen.
Your hair a streaming, golden mass,
we merge across the darkened room,
dwelling in my nightly, misty dreams.
I dreamt of you my Irish queen.
A solid shore of unyielding force,
against the storms of frequent turmoil,
shelter from tides yet unseen.
I dreamt of you my Irish queen.
Peaceful nights under flickering stars,
we connect through lasting passion,
an ecstatic conveyance to places serene.
I dreamt of you my Irish queen.
In places of soothing splendor I see,
what two hearts can build in harmony.
Our nights blend to locations unforeseen.
I dreamt of you my Irish queen.
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