Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

I shall ne'er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o' gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here.

I shall ne'er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o' gold a

Summary

In this quote, the speaker expresses their realization that chasing unattainable dreams, represented by rainbows symbolizing elusive goals, is futile. They acknowledge that there is no reward or "pot o' gold" waiting at the end of these endeavors. However, they find solace in the presence of their Irish loved one, understanding that true happiness lies in their companionship and shared experiences in the present moment rather than pursuing unfulfilled desires.

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Love Treasure Rainbow Richelle Richelle Goodrich Irish Pot Of Gold St Patrick S Day

By Richelle E. Goodrich

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