In the heart of Mullingar, where the green fields lie,
There's a lad with blue eyes, like the Irish sky.
With a guitar in hand and a Guinness by his side,
He sings of love and dreams, where our hearts collide.
Niall, with your songs and your sweet serenade,
You make me feel alive, like I've got it made.
From the fairways of golf to the pubs of old,
Your voice is my treasure, more precious than gold.
As the sun sets low over Ireland's shore,
We dance to your tunes, wanting nothing more.
Your melodies are magic, they light up the night,
With every chord you strum, everything feels right.
Niall, with your songs and your sweet serenade,
You make me feel alive, like I've got it made.
From the fairways of golf to the pubs of old,
Your voice is my treasure, more precious than gold.
"Fire Away" our worries, let the music play,
In your "Mirrors" I see love every single day.
"Still" we stand together, through the highs and lows,
With you, my heart knows where it truly goes.
Niall, with your songs and your sweet serenade,
You make me feel alive, like I've got it made.
From the fairways of golf to the pubs of old,
Your voice is my treasure, more precious than gold.
So here's to Mullingar, and Ireland so true,
To Guinness, guitars, and those eyes so blue.
With Niall by my side, love's a beautiful song,
In his melodies, I know where I belong.
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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...
