She always seemed so helpless standing against a wall

in the lonely dance hall, but she was made of invisible steel...

and while women freely gave away their virginity and

                      laughed about it later she guarded her heart.

For to her Love was more than a smirk or a cheap thrill

freely given on Saturday nights at the local dance hall.

                       She was an Irish Girl, proud as sin, who

knew

                     what she wanted and had the patience to wait

for

                     it. While others got pregnant too early to

flashy strangers they never knew,

she waited, for the One who said he would be back for

" His Irish Girl ".......it had only been one dance but in his

arms, she knew it was.......Forever