I've spent all day, all month, all years alone,
Until that day, when you knocked on my door.
What a lucky day to be behold,
For my life was always hollow as they go.
.
Four leaf clover I found on the grass,
Watching it through the looking glass,
through out all day, I thought, such a lucky day,
well, it is the month of Saint Patrick's Day,
YOU ARE READING
The year I've spent with you.
PoetryRoses are red, Violets are blue, Seasons change, so do you.
