In Killarney, where the lakes sigh low, Fergal, with the sunrise glow, Prepares to run where hopes align, Footsteps echo, rhythm divine. A marathoner's heart, strong and fleet, On birthday paths, his dreams he'd meet, But deeper than these miles he treads, Is love for Catherine, brightly fed. A foodie with a penchant keen, He savors life, its moments gleaned, And in each bite of joy and grace, He finds the warmth of Catherine's face. In love's sweet race, he's first to fight, With Catherine, his heart's own light, In Killarney's arms, they find their way, Each step a promise, each breath, a day.