My breath was conquered by her beauty; my mind was numbed by her face,
My heart stolen by the blue of her eyes, my soul manacled by her grace.
If the Irish saved civilization, St Patrick is responsible for her birth,
She is heir to all that is good since the Irish arrived on Earth.
Her laughter is like crystal; her eyes the bluest I’ve seen.
She reigns as a goddess, a deity within my dreams.
If the sun failed to shine one day, her beauty would take its place,
And my shadow would be so humbled, forever in disgrace.
Wherever Norah pointed, flowers would bloom in praise,
Second place competition for the beauty upon Norah’s face.
I love you Norah O’Donnell, woman of beauty and intellect,
Not knowing you biblically is my most recent regret.