Harvest Love

In the rural, green landscape of your birth place of County Offaly, Driving down it's winding roads with the serenity of the Slieve Bloom mountains Conquering the views from every angle, Birds sing with a lyrical beauty And the wind blowing over the bog-land seems to jangle, Our love connects from the roots of it's soil, We talk about our younger years when life was a tangle, Of turbulent times trying to find our way, Through an upheaval of surging emotions waiting for a bountiful harvest, Always waiting for a better day, I now swim with freedom in your soft blue eyes, To discover there is our time and a better way, We connect with a passion lit by flames of the harvest of our desires, We bloom together in mid-life with an unquenchable thirst from the heat of our flaming fire, A late harvest is borne with fruit delicious and sweet bursting with lust, Our great need to fulfill our hearts journey in the light of our eyes, As the skies above watch over us so thoughtful and wise, To see our bountiful harvest of love, a beautiful truth, Connecting my ancestry with your birth place in the beauty of our roots.