My little Leprechaun
Always on my shoulder
Whispering thoughts, unheard to others,
Convincing me
That he’s out there,
Somewhere,
Looking for me,
Waiting for my heart,
Wishing for my love,
Demanding what I can’t yet give,
My entire soul!
Why so?
Because I can’t tell you where
Or whom it’s with.
Something I have to discover still.
So, my little Leprechaun,
He’ll have to wait-up
Or move on,
Because what I have to offer
Is gone and not yet found.
Do not tell a soul
And do not make a sound,
For what I have lost,
Is not yet found.
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