(Somewhat tongue in cheek but here we go . . .)

You’re not expecting the thunderbolt to hit

Then when it does it hits you like a brick

One minute innocent and unmoved

The next incensed with passion and feeling bemused

Lovely face and beautiful eyes

The curve of your body is no surprise

Your smile affects me so, I’m feeling weak

And like a fool I can hardly speak

On some spiritual wavelength I feel we’re actually connected

And that’s something so very unexpected

Still, I have to speak, there’s a moment here I have to seize;

‘Can I have a pint of lager love, please?’