I’ve been around the world before, once or twice.
I’ve driven from shore to shore
of the true North strong and free.
I’ve dipped my toes in the Atlantic
and swum naked in the Pacific.
I’ve seen the cherry blossoms of Japan,
and watched the world cup in Berlin,
someday, I’d like to go to Ireland,
but nothing, nothing, could ever compare
to the beauty of your body,
the rise and gentle fall of your chest,
your parted lips and fluttering lids,
while you are sleeping.