You said,
"Let's get married in Ireland."
And I agreed.
No mother, no father,
no sister, no guilt.
What a wonderful thought,
to be able to get married in Ireland.
I went to St. Patrick's as a kid, you know.
I can see it now,
the green of the fields.
I bet it'd be raining
and in love I'd look at you
in that old little stone church,
and we'd hear the bells ringing
and realise that now we were an and
and not an it,
not a he and she,
him and her,
just an and.
A conjunction, joined,
joining.
I would like to get married in Ireland now,
smell the ocean
and live together forever.
If these are only words,
let these be the holiest words I see.
Let's get married in Ireland,
no one else,
only you and me.