My sleepless nights are over here
Again. And you’re not near.
Confused lost like long haul laggage,
Without you my life is garbage!
I kindly ask your hand in marriage,
And tout you for a kid or five,
I beg you: “Be my lawful wife.”
If I was talking to a wall,
My ways would have it break & fall!
If only stones could listen,
They’d sore in cracks and blisters!

She is feeling alone,
On the Isle of Man!
Wants my coming along,
Being part of her plan!
Wants to hear my voice,
Feel the scent of my skin!
Wishes there was a choice,
She’s still eager and keen!

Are you feeling alone
On the Isle of Man?
Do you want me along,
Be a part of your plan?
Want to hear my voice?
Feel the scent of my skin?
Wish there was better choice?
I am still eager and keen!

Sick of being apart and ajar,
Want to sit in the front of your car!
Tender touches entwined with a stroke,
So sincere, so nice, so bespoke!
Skin is stretched and the body is hard,
Sick of being ajar and apart!

You broke my heart and let it bleed,
The only joy, you loaned I borrowed,
Is thriving from within indeed.
You brought the poetry of love,
I took it in and tried to swallow.
Your character a stubborn one
And wouldn’t let it to be followed
The way from alter to the pram.
You brought the light, my eyes were dazzled,
My heart did never beat so fast.
I hold you tight confused and puzzled,
How long can drama this like last?
You gave me everything I have,
I never knew so much was there.
You gave more meaning to my life
And taught me ways to love and care.
Your beauty is refined a lot
By tender touches o the nature.
Out-perfected it somewhat
Its own approach to the creation.