a love song for my Irish boy; Take from me my heart, my head, my home; Pass to him my body, life, and joy; Add to his my fields of fertile loam. To him I am and will be earth and heaven, Resting in the sanctum of his fire; In me he'll find all his gods have given, Creating dynasties of his desire. Know, my love, that I will come to you 'Ere this sun has set on Patrick's Day; So you must find the courage to be true, Daring to give other dreams away. After this leap, all loneliness is past: Years may come and go, but love will
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Audio and Video Music: The Beauty of Love. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.