The Gift of Johnny Irish

Cork seals the bottle that hangs from my neck
Where it was tied by a traveller three
Days prior. The tiny tincture's small speck
Of magic make it love potion, ready
To be imbibed by that special someone
And shared with me the moment we meet in
This dusty bacchanal. Oh then the fun
Will flow like fermented freedom and sin
Itself will stand awestruck at all we do.
So now it sits, resting against my chest,
Anxious for the moment it will bring true
Passion into this world. But it had best
     Be ready to wait a very long while,
     'Cause when I see her I'm too shy to smile.

For ST

I want to make a masterpiece for you.
I want to reach inside myself and grasp
Some spark of pure emotion, burning blue
and white, the intensity of an asp
About to strike, the depth of all the dreams
You can't forget. I want to take this spark
And polish mere matter until it gleams.
I want the centuries to know its mark.
Let schoolchildren in three thousand and nine
Write sleepy essays expressing their views
On the great work that will be this design
And the love you gave that would be its muse.
     I want to create legendary art
     To show the world the joy you've brought my heart.