A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

by Robert Burns

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I am your dada and I am Dady
the love of rose til the petals fall away
Wonderfull roses
Very good poem
I did a course on activelearn about Robert Burns - and am incredibly glad I did. It was this poem that struck me first with the romantic sentimentalism of the rose and the classic similes that we still use today - melodies and roses. Forever an old favourite of mine. - EN
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