Mr.Irish Sailor Sir Poem by Kristi Wilson

Damn Boy-o, come tell me the fears i want to here,
The tails i wish to see, the music i want to feel,
and you, i want to taste

Tomarrow we'll take the town and burn it down, and watch the rays, iluminate our skin in-twind by wire and string, we bind.
We'll make the best of the best and through all the right circled souls

But my dear, my passion, so unruly
i can't live, without knowing you are mine! ?
or just wondering by?