He sing's to my soul;
He makes me weak in my knee's;
He see's inside of me,
He let's me be me.
He tell's it like it is;
He is not afraid of my temper;
He let's me know how i am behaving, then reply's
'see you when you chill'.
He know's i will come running to say i am sorry;
He alway's forgive's me;
He has a kind heart.
He is unlike any other man i have ever met;
My friend from Ireland.
He tell's me the truth, even if it hurt's.
He is my friend, my soulmate, this friend from Ireland.
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