Talking The Talk

I was staying at a hostel a few months back, there were a couple of Irish lasses in the dorm. I don't think they were too interested in me but we had a couple of beers and something about the way they spoke moved me-

Could You Say That Again...?

I go soft in the head,

whenever you begin to speak.

Something about how you talk,

makes my knees a little weak.

The story that you're telling,

is a landscape being painted.

The way your words fall on my ears,

feels like I'm being sainted.

My slightly bemused look

appears to cause you some hesitation.

There's no misunderstanding,

nor struggle with interpretation.

You certainly didn't stutter,

your words were perfectly formed.

It's just the sound of your lilting brogue,

can't help but leave my heart warmed.

So carry on and continue

with your lyrical waxing,

even with my untrained ear,

I don't find it taxing.

But please don't think me rude,

or unnecessary pain,

if I turn to you and ask,

"Could you say that again?"