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My Willow Man



  We all want to find our soul-mates one day.  Our destined companion, who will be our loyal and loving best friend.  Princesses, Duchesses, and ladies of this world dream of meeting their prince, dukes, and gentlemen.  We want to spend our young and old years with our prince charming.  We want to be royals, living in an Irish castle amongst the sea. 

  I pray for a God-fearing man each starry night.  Hoping God will bless me with my Irishman, my love.  Maybe meet my prince in an enchanted forest.  Girls and ladies alike want to sample infatuation.  Women young and old want a morsel of companionship.   All want to be kissed with a kiss of true love.



My Willow Man 

My love, my handsome beauty
Muscles like a brute stallion
Tawny mane hidden by tweed cap
Chiseled silhouette, lion-hearted air

My Irishman, My willow man
Come, patch my soul, sew the tear
Make my heart float, flutter, patter
Fill my soul with chipper butterflies
　
I see you resting your anxious thoughts
The rocks that converge a wall,
are damp and hard
Do not perch alongside loneliness
Stay away from the thorns of solitary

Come, lay your head on my cotton dress
Come, tangle your amber strands,
with my golden locks
Please, prevail upon me

Let the chapters of love begin
My Irishman, come, let's gallivant
Let's lay under the raining leaves,
of the "love willow"
　
Let's look upon the glistening pond
Reflect on this devotion
Come, be my willow man
 Glance your eyes of meek

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