My Jeannie Poem by michael Smajda
My Jeannie
Though I, once, had been to the Emerald Isle,
I returned without an Irish lass best for me.
But always had the love of my wife, Jeannie.
She was my very own Rose of Tralee.
She was just as beautiful as any Irish miss,
Most men dream about and do wish for.
Jeannie was the four-leaf clover of my life,
Will be till breath within me is no more.
Thursday, September 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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7/28/2025 9:48:22 AM # 1.0.0
Good poem. Wish you and Jeannie the best of luck