Off in the plains near Dublin
Lies a little somethin'
That is still considered a legend
One that is told
As heroes drink their mead that looks like resin
There is a lone flower up the hill
One that does not have petals
But one that has delicate dainty fingers that look completely still
Someone has approached it, filled with curiosity
And immediately jerked his hand away when it scratched
People have looked at the flower with disgrace
Their eyes seeming to bulge as they stared
"How can this flower be filled with so much hate?"
But as I looked at this peculiar flower
I thought maybe it was misunderstood
I thought it was quite beautiful, it didn't deserve so many people to stare and glower
I felt I could relate to the poor old thing, as I had much of the same past
Filled with people who didn't understand
I felt if they could, they would only spit at me and pass
I walked towards the flower, afraid if it was going to injure me
But as I came closer
I touched it with my hand, and then it began to hold it tenderly
I suddenly felt a new feeling that I haven't felt before
I felt as if all the weight I held for so many years has been lifted
I even felt as loved as a mother with her newborn
It was then I saw a woman, who I noticed had those same dainty hands
As the flower I was holding
And she smiled with those pretty lips, as she said, "I must be the happiest woman on the land"
"As I found my one and only"
"Come with me, we will tread the sands"
"We will explore the oceans, the same that we wished we would see when we were children coloring with crayons"
"We will see the many forests, in the autumn where God let all his colors ran"
"Maybe we can even watch the night sky, with the many white eyes that blaze for you and me"
"Because our love will travel far, ever since I met you this flower may as well turn to a tree"
And we held both our hands and kissed
Blanketed by the early morning's cloudy mist
I never felt more loved than with something people only told in myths
But you are real, and I love you all the same
As I seal this poem with the morning shooting star, making a wish
That we'll be together
My heart even beats faster when I hear and say