The Language of Love (borrowed and changed a little)

I worshipped you in silence,
and built for you a throne,
within the sanctuary of my heart,
ruling my world alone.

I marvelled at your beauty,
your slender form and grace,
the tenderness adorning
your winsome, smiling face.

No stars were ever brighter,
than your sweet sparkling eyes,
welding a power that lured me,
nearer to paradise.

I longed to hear the magic,
of your sweet Lisburn voice,
one word, spoken direct to me,
would make my soul rejoice.

Then one night in the picture house,
as close to me you sat
you said to your companion,
" what,s speckie luckin at ! "

Donald Watters