Irish love

     A wee little man with a hat of green and mischief up his sleeves

Walked the streets of everywhere trying hard not to be seen

He hid a pot of endless wealth beneath a giant tree

Where rainbows start and sometimes end with things you never see

He came upon a red-haired lass her tears were flowing fast

She wondered if the lad she loved, truly loved her back?

It's said that some will see the pot as full as it could be

But hearts that beat forever one will see it quite empty

It's like a pot of Irish stew that simmers until it's done

But all stews start as empty pots until you add the love

He told her that a love was true if two hearts beat as one

But if the love was just by one, then she should surely run

Run and touch the rainbow as it kisses mother earth

Then take the pot and show to him exactly what your worth

If he says he loves, you as he sees an empty pot

Grab on to him and don't let go, his love cannot be bought

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