by Poraic Cahill on Apr 10th, 2015 - 2075 Views
A Romantic’s View
Gold is the colour of my true love’s hair
As she raises up her glass,
And the candle shines through the red wine’s glow
And the evenings gently pass.
Green is the colour of my true love’s eyes,
Eyes that I can’t resist,
They glow through the smoke of...