We wanted to express some big emotions
without resorting to a blanched cliché,
coz chocolates and champagne don’t scream ‘devotion’
or let us say quite what we want to say.
Instead, we’ll share a shamrock souvenir –
the rose’s less alluring counterpart –
each clover leaf a gently rolling tear,
each clover leaf a tiny emerald heart.
We'll wish for lucky days in rolling pastures
and beauty in the little things we do;
we'll share each other's triumphs and disasters
(and ill-advised identical tattoos).
Our love is not quite poetry or prose:
it's understated clover, not a rose.
|Pictured: Love and that|