I met him where the cliffs kiss the sky,
A tall figure, with eyes like the Irish rye.
His hair, like the wind, wild and free,
A stranger, yet somehow, familiar to me.
He stood with the ocean, vast and grand,
A silent strength, like the rocky land.
The green of his eyes, the depth of the sea,
In his gaze, I found my destiny.
His presence, like mist on a morning hill,
Filling the air, quiet and still.
And though no words had passed between,
There was something in the spaces, unseen.
Tall as the pines in the forests we roam,
With him, I felt I’d found my home.
A touch, a glance, a shared breath of air,
The kind of love that's meant to be rare.
In the heart of Ireland, where winds are fierce,
I found a man who could softly pierce
The silence around, and with each look,
He wrote my name in the pages of a book.
Now, I walk these cliffs with him by my side,
His hand in mine, my heart open wide.
For in a land of green, where the wild winds call,
I found my love—tall, steady, and all.
Written by dramatic-kangaroo-24
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