In the misty mornings of the emerald isle,Where whispers of love dance with the breeze,A tale unfolds in every sunlit smile,Of hearts that find their gentle ease.Amidst the rolling hills and ancient stones,Where time weaves tales of old and new,Love blooms in quiet, tender tones,In shades of green and skies of blue.With every river’s flow and ocean’s sigh,An Irish love, deep as the sea,Echoes in the hearts that fly,Boundless, wild, and forever free.So let the shamrocks tell their tale,Of passion, dreams, and whispered lore,In Ireland’s arms, love will prevail,Forevermore, forevermore.