In a tiny Irish village,
The oldest fishing town around;
Fisherfolk designed a signet,
That bears a heart, hands and a crown.
The centered heart betokens love,
Two friendship hands touch either side;
A regal crown surmounts the heart,
Signifies loyalty, with pride.
Sigils were painted on ship sails,
Then a goldsmith crafted that seal;
Into a fine, gold, marriage ring,
With cosmopolitan appeal.
Heirloom rings circle our fingers,
Remind us of our wedding day;
Inside our rings it is written,
'Remember our vows when you pray.'
Worn on the left hand, turned inward,
Foretells a promised heart and soul;
Worn on a right hand turned outward,
Signals you're free, available.
The Irish symbol of love is,
Our rings many stare at in awe;
They originated in the,
Ancient village of the Claddagh.