What are these feelings ?
I'm bewildered.
I'm bemused.
I'm befuddled.
I'm bewitched.
Oh ****...…..
I'm in Love.

Irish Girl
They say that good girls are made of sugar and spice.
And Irish girls are made of Jameson and Ice.
For the most part I believe that to be true.
I’m an Irish/ Scottish, Gypsy/ Welsh girl
yes, that’s an odd combo.
But it’s me.
I’m one of the 2% you know the redheads.
Unlike the other unicorns in my tribe.
My eyes are not blue or green.
I have Gypsy eyes the color of Milk chocolate
If a storm cloud of emotions overwhelms me,
and my eyes go from milk chocolate,
to dark Chocolate its time to run for the hills.
Because a ***** storm is a brewing.
So, to say that my eyes are much to expressive.
Might be an understatement
Try as I might they can’t keep a secret.
I’m one of those Irish girls.
The one that never leave you guessing.
My eyes speak for me.
What they don’t say may face will.
Many a time I’ve found myself in a fine Kettle of ***** without saying a word.
Yes, I’m also one of those.
No matter what I do, my eyes roll my eyebrow arches
My lips push out and a look of total malcontent crosses my face.
And that snarky hellish malevolent lass makes an appearance.
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul because this wild-eyed Irish Gypsy will not.
SO,
It’s a good thing for world.
That for the most part I’m good natured.

Have you ever heard a voice so smooth,
it makes you want to run your hands over it.
A voice so enchanting that you close your eyes and sway.
Not wanting  to see who is singing.
Fearful  that the spell will be broken if you see them.
A voice that washes over your skin and feels and like velvet.
You've wrapped yourself in the voice.
 It warms you.
Melts the frozen parts of your heart.
And has  given you a contented smile.          
The voice wraps you in a velvet cocoon.
And your content to stay right  there.

Then the song ends.

There’s just something about you.
I’m not sure what it is.
But
There is just something about you.

I like my life to make sense.
And this is nonsense.
But
There is just something about you.

I’ve worked hard to move forward.
To be a person of class.
But
There’s just something about you.

I have been pulled into a riptide.
Try as I might I can’t break free.
But
There’s just something about you.
  
When I look in your eyes its magic, I see.
And I don’t believe in magic.
But
There’s just something about you.

Setting by the river lost in a smile
water swiftly running by
I hear your voice in the wind
I stop to listen
But its gone lost to me
such hope such promise
gone just gone
I softly sigh two souls lost
How can that be
When I look at you I see the sadness
I'm no longer your smile
And that's okay
But it is so hard to walk away
So hard to leave
So
I'm sitting by the river now lost in a sigh
wondering how I say good bye

SHH
Can you hear it
Come closer
SHH
Listen do you hear it now.
Come closer
SHH
Can you hear it now
My heart is beating your name
SHH
Can you hear it skipping beats
that's what you do to me
SHH
The closer you are the louder and faster
the beats
SHH
Can you hear it

they say it takes two

2 to fall in love
2 to build a relationship
2 to make babies

but what happens when
there is truly only one

1 in love
1working the relationship
1 raising the babies

No one talks about that.
where are the wise words

I know it takes two but there’s only one here.