My Wild Irish Rose Poem by LeRoy Ives

I've lived past, present worked till water dripped nose I will always love my wild Irish rose.

Though I've recalled her afternoon walks just to glimpse her brown waving hair adorned by flower tied off bow only I could kiss my wild Irish rose.

Oh so sweet was she when she smiled if only she could stay a while she spoke soft, low birds would chirp amidst moon lights glow heart so humble felt so close for ever my wild Irish rose.

Her eye's showed a sense of pride, honesty she wouldn't lie times I would fail no matter how hard I would try it's then she would hold me whisper takes a real man to cry where ever I go heart's with my wild Irish rose.

Many moon come, gone though I'm alone picture her standing there such pose now old, feeble though times I dose only I carry dreams of my wild Irish rose.


Leroy Ives