Do it
Take her hand and walk with her
Show her your every single word
Draw her in if needs be
Atop lavish kisses upon Greek island sands
Heady seas
Inform her that everything will in fact turn out just grand
That life’s travails can indeed be halved courtesy of perfect companionship
Let her know that you are one Irish man forever equipped
Strip away all of the foray going on about the place
Moonlight silence, this particular ENGLISH girl’s most cherished sound
Ricocheting against her pretty face
A round of GERMAN beers to settle any such jeers
Ironic really
A bar nearby, no fly in the ointment here
How it was meant to be
Sat beneath the palm tree, soak it all up
Synchronicity
Let her know that she has always been the apple of your eye
