In the emerald heart of Eire’s land,
Where the wildflowers gently sway,
Two souls entwine, hand in hand,
Amidst the whispers of the fey.

Underneath the Celtic skies,
Starlit dreams begin to weave,
A tapestry of love that lies
In the promises they believe.

With every breeze that softly calls,
And rivers that in silence flow,
Their hearts echo in ancient halls,
Where timeless love continues to grow.

In this realm of endless green,
Their spirits dance in tender grace,
Forever bound in sights unseen,
By the magic of this sacred place.