There are two different kinds of hopeless romantics
One keeps their romance behind padded walls
So others don't know what's going on

The other one is me
Who parades one openly
Hoist's her gracefully
On a cheribum seat feathered in gold
With a microphone in mine hand
Screaming

She's mine mi amour'
She's mine
She's mine queen
Leaveth her alone thou scowling dog's....

As tis I may maketh her embarrassed
During this process

She shalt thank me later
Privately behind those padded walls..

With an angel kiss
Upon mine wearied cheek...

Consort shadows
Nakedly romping to mirage of sunset sun
Celestial beings encountered
By druid's they've just begun
They dance around the stonehenge
Whilst speaking and chatting verses
They've left the inner world
Trampled the duney surface
They write upon those stones
Ogham scripted writing
Leaving marks amongst moss
Their heaviness of sweat inviting
Though one cameth from Spain
A foreigner to the stonehenge barbarian
Her moonlight giveth him warmth
On the shores of valedictorian!!!!

As Elvis put it,

A little less conversation
A little more action please.......

Je seras aligner le couloir latine de
Avec des roses blanches de choix mienne
Je auras tout Hush en silence séduisante
Dans lequel la chapelle écoute ourn bruit
( french version)

English version-

I shalt align the Latin corridor's
With white roses of mine choice
I shalt hush her in seductive silence
Wherein the chapel shalt heareth ourn angelic noise..