Today I choose the day to be sublime
Of colours of pale peach and gentle lime.
The lilt of the leprechaun I hear him still,
His voice rhythmic, melodious, resonant not shrill.
These gentle protective hills
Each day subtlety changing in my view.
Not him except I find more qualities today, unnoticed yesterday.
What manner of man is he that makes me feel this way?
Will our future together, like today be sublime?
My world having an extraordinary shine.
Though dark clouds and storms may intervene,
To be ignored, I turn away, they have never been.