to S.I.R.with love©
Sweet Irish Rose,
in my heart still grows.
There's none so rare,
as the 1 i have there....
Sweet Irish Rose.
He's a stubborn irishman my best friend,
determined to love me without end.
Heaven is even more magical now,
cause he blooms there in style....
Sweet Irish Rose.
And with his hazel green eyes,
they sparkle in the skies.
The other flowers turn green with envy,
but they're never as beautiful as thee....
Sweet Irish Rose.
Copyright ©2011
4ever growing in his love
Sally
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