An Irish Poem 1

(I used two different stones so there are 2 poems)

I have walked among the wee folk, merrily and with smile.

Dazzled by the greenest eyes, of which I was beguiled.

She, of lore, with lips of cherry; kissed me once to make me merrier.

I kissed her back, to her surprise, she lost her heart within my eyes.

Tales were told of The Cloch Labhrais, a stone I'd gone to view.

Searching for loves answer, it told me what I should do.

I have never once regretted, surrendering my heart.

This Lass took me as I took her, never shall we part.

The years have past as Season's do, our love still burning bold.

For we are of the fair folk, never to grow old.

If you’re of the mind to join us, this is what you do,

leap that pot of gold coins and skate the rainbow anew.

An Irish Poem Of Lore 2

I have walked among the wee folk, merrily I smiled.

Dazzled by the greenest eyes, of which I was beguiled.

She, of lore, with lips of cherry; kissed me once to make me merrier.

I kissed her back, to her surprise, she lost her heart within my eyes.

Tales were told of The Blarney stone, of which I had gone to see.

There I stayed in my Lassie's arms, sipping from cups of tea.

I have never once regretted, surrendering my heart.

This Lass took me as I took her, never shall we part.

The years have past as Season's do, our love still burning bold.

For we are of the fair folk, never to grow old.

If your of a mind to join us, this is what you can do,

leap over the pot of golden coins and ride the rainbow anew.