In the heart of Mullingar, where the rivers flow,
There's a lad with blue eyes, and a heart of gold.
On the streets of Ireland, where the wildflowers grow,
He strums his guitar, and the stories unfold.
In the pubs of Dublin, where the laughter's loud,
We share a pint of Guinness, lost in the crowd.
With every note he plays, my heart beats proud,
In this Irish town, love's a sacred vow.
Oh Niall, my love, with the eyes of the sea,
In the land of green, you're everything to me.
With guitars and pints, we'll dance through the night,
In Mullingar's embrace, everything feels right.
On the greens of Ireland, where the golfers play,
We find our peace, in the early light of day.
With every swing, and every gentle sway,
Our love grows stronger, come what may.
In the pubs of Dublin, where the laughter's loud,
We share a pint of Guinness, lost in the crowd.
With every note he plays, my heart beats proud,
In this Irish town, love's a sacred vow.
Oh Niall, my love, with the eyes of the sea,
In the land of green, you're everything to me.
With guitars and pints, we'll dance through the night,
In Mullingar's embrace, everything feels right.
Through the hills and valleys, where the shamrocks bloom,
In the whispers of the wind, I hear our tune.
With every sunset, and every rising moon,
Our love story sings, in perfect tune.
So here's to Niall, and the life we've found,
In the heart of Ireland, where our love is bound.
With guitars and Guinness, and the joy we've crowned,
In Mullingar's arms, forever we're wound.
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Pints and Poetry: Niall's Irish Tales
PoetryNot really a story more like poems! Most of the poems are love poems written from me to Niall, some poems are Niall's POV of him wanting to stand up for himself when Simon was treating him poorly, and the last 4 are the girls POV responding to a few...
