On the emerald isle where whispers sing,
Of ancient love and hearts that cling,
Beneath the skies of mist and rain,
Irish love, a timeless reign.

In meadows lush with shamrock’s green,
Two souls unite in a dream serene,
By the cliffs where the wild waves soar,
Their hearts entwined forevermore.

Through the valleys where the rivers flow,
Their love, a fire with gentle glow,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of care,
They find a haven, a love so rare.

In the twilight’s tender embrace,
They dance a waltz with endless grace,
Under the stars of the Irish sky,
Their love, a flame that will never die.