Kevin, I Got The Luck Of The Irish I Got In That One Poem by Sandra Dodd

I love you
I love your mind
I love your spirit
I love your soul
I love your body to as well

The way you patiently wait for me to calm
So contentious you should be living on the roof
You choose to walk in endurance
With a steady voice you say 'Are you fine again'

How cleverly you devise a plan to make me understand
that you chose me that the rest was happenstance
That all our time together could not come from a blueprint
but from loving daily one another

That without each other
the world would not quite make sense
all turmoil would never have such comforting
end of you wrapped with me, restoring
to ourselves what the roughness of the planet
took from our spirits that day

You believe with all your heart a God that loves man
that he invests Himself in the matters of our heart
You and me on that I am not sure still agree
However the difference, I love that you wear it not
on your sleve, but show all belief in the way you love man

The gentle way you make your move
to have that love connection
You treat me as sanctified, so special that only you could touch me
or my heart in that penetrating way. It reaches beyond the skin
My soul is lifted from the earths mire if only for those moments