You really ripped my heart out when you told me that secret.
Let us see this little trinket.
It is a gold coin from the lucky Leprechaun.
I love the intricate red rose petals you have laid that gold coin upon.
I hold that secret in my heart.
I will not tell.
I want you to be well.
I get a little tear in my eye every time my tongue has a start.
The gold coin is only worth a dollar.
It is worth more from your mother’s love.
It was really not a bother.
The value will be in the love she put in it for you.
Next time you see a gold dollar save it from that wicked prowler.
It is not a piece of fool’s gold.
It is not a ring of gold.
This gold dollar will be of value.
I hold a secret I will not tell again even to you.
The Leprechaun dances.
The Christmas reindeer prances.
I can only think of the color green.
I will not be mean.
Thank the Lord up above you wore that darling cross of Jesus.
He bears the secret.
He died for that sin.
You are born again.
Jesus truly sees.
He forgives like he calms seas.
That is the key.
I am glad you relied on me.