On the thirteenth of August, beneath London's grey skies, A Leo was born whose spirit would rise. Sinead, a beacon of warmth and delight, Daughter, sister, friend, a nurse donned in white. In the heart of Bundoran, where tides softly call, Fintan she met in the bank bar's warm thrall. A shared laugh, a glance—a spark of fate's bend, Two hearts weaving stories only time could mend. Together they tread, the path life's designed, In a dance lit by stars, their souls intertwined. Through love's hymn and vows their two lives blend, A journey with no end, as memories transcend.