Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
There’s only one girl for me and her name is Lucy.
She is more a grand sight than any type of tree.
She is who has found the key that has set my heart free.
She is an angel sent to earth just to love me, you see?
An angel God has sent for a love that was meant to be.
She is so incredible; I want to bow down on one knee
And ask if she would do the honour of marrying me.
It would be my life’s only miracle if she was to ever agree.
What I’d give just to sit down with her and drink some tea
While we chat away and laugh and just watch some TV.
Every night, on the way to bed, it’d be her I’d carry,
And in our sleep she’d dream of me and I’d dream of she
So each dawn, we’d wake up with smiles of glee.
I love you, Lucy. A sonnet by your one and only, Ste.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Lucy by Stephen Cahill Furlong )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings