Irish Treasure

I can't help but grin
When I see your face.

I walk past you
And my heart rate makes haste.

There's something about you
That's caught my eye.

I can't help but wonder
"What if she was mine?"

I think it's the wit,
Sarcastic and sharp.

Or maybe her voice,
A sweet Irish harp.

Maybe those winks get me,
So subtle and coy.

Those devilish good looks
Certainly grab all the boys.

So yeah, I'm caught up
On this little Irish treasure.

To hold her in my arms
Would be a great pleasure.

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

I am hearing the song "When Irish Eyes are Smiling" as I read this! Really sweet, with clean rhymes and solid flow of thoughts. I especially like this line:
Or maybe her voice,
A sweet Irish harp.
:) Great write, Will!

[Will]

Oh what a good song! There's a few other songs that come to mind, but we'd be here for ever if I tried to list them off. It seems we have very similar taste, because that harp line is my favorite by far. Thanks as always for reading, Rita! :)

[Mary Christabel George]

Oh! I see a fresh breeze now.....:)
Cool.....!

[Will]

Haha, every storm begins with the slightest of breezes. We'll see where this goes :3

[Mary Christabel George]

Hee...Hee..;)
Good luck for you....;)