Beneath the emerald canopy, our hearts entwine,
With whispers carried on the gentle breeze,
In the land where myths and legends shine,
Our love blossoms under ancient trees.

The rolling hills echo tales of old,
Where lovers met by the moonlit streams,
In Ireland’s embrace, bold and untold,
We weave our dreams with golden beams.

The Celtic winds play their haunting song,
As we wander through fields of emerald hue,
Hand in hand, where we truly belong,
In the heart of Ireland, love ever true.

With every step on this sacred ground,
Our spirits soar on wings of destiny,
In the timeless dance, our souls are bound,
In the tapestry of love’s eternity.