Comments about LeRoy Ives
My Wild Irish Rose
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 ...