Irish Prince

Another for Ben

Eloquence

My good, fair, Irish Prince

Is power

Nothing of which to cower

Love thy words

And fly with the birds

Kiss your lover

But never hover

Treat her like a queen

Never, ever be mean

Love her to Death

With every single breath

She is your Irish princess

Even if the love might be senseless

Love her tender

If she’s broken, mend her

Love her around the bend

Love her til the very end