Written by: Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski

I heard people talking about her beauty before even coming to Ireland. I went there to meet her, she whispered to me, but I just looked and stood silent. I felt so minute facing her splendor, the ancient wisdom I couldn’t dispute. In wrinkled waters I saw my reflection, in her humble manner with no imperfection. From pebbles to poets so many have loved her, I also do miss her; the true Irish princess.