When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Page 25
by TomNJus
The dream I'd almost given up was coming true, only it wasn't quite the same dream anymore. It was a flesh and blood man who gazed at me, instead of past me. Looking at him I saw nothing but love, and my own smiling, Irish eyes reflected back at me.
"—And all your heart might desire," I wished in return.
"Go maire sibh bhur saol nua," we said in unison, and enjoyed our coffee.
~Fini~