Tonight I went to see a band,
A kicking band of wild sounds,
Gaelic in origin,
passionate in sound,
tin whistles and bagpipes,
hot wild stage lights,
Not one word was sung,
but the music sure stung.

And then I saw him stood there,
he looked a lot like you,
he did wear a wedding ring,
oh goodness how I sighed,
I got up close and personal,
much closer than I should have been,
took a quick look out of my bright eye,
'Twas only then I noticed the wedding band bore one long word,
engraved into the wearers heart,
Rather like mine too,
The band he wore spoke Poetry,
similar in kind to me,
very kind indeed,
but it wasn't you it couldn't be,
to tell the truth I didn't really expect it to be thee,
as the could only ever be one of you,
you're the original!
(C) Livvi