For you, My Four Leaf Clover…


I can feel my eyes searching…
scanning every cluster for one unintentional burst.
There below my feet you slowly creep
knowing I’ll never find you,
so I resign my search to never mind you;
feeling the urge to work as if I’m blind to your every design,
subconsciously reminded of how I thirst for a glimpse—

A true beauty, a worst to quench…
Stumbling over this patch of clovers
I wonder if I’ve seen you before:
A frantic wish
Remnant inside my own disposition
It’s strange that I miss you,
More than I want to admit
So if I find you I’d mask my surprise
and hide the fact it feels like the very first time
though still it seems the scene is somewhat familiar
as wonder reveals the enchanting feeling
of finally believing it’s over!—

In false alarm, I realize you’re a regular clover
In fact it isn’t you, just the usual poser
Tossed into the crowded patch
to arouse my passion
and stimulate an untamed reaction
that leaves my heart cloudy, with no satisfaction

Getting back to my path I dismiss my hope to find you,
and put you to the back of my mind
knowing that you’ll appear when I least expect you
and share with me the charm and the joy you were meant to;
In one last glance, I relinquish the search over my shoulder,
for you, My Four Leaf Clover…
 

For you, My Four Leaf Clover…


I can feel my eyes searching…
scannin...