(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

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.

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To my darling Gordon wherever you may be xx
Poverty is a curse, let all know
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. beautiful sonnet love it great great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ to my FAV list
Time and again I still enjoy this absolute classic poem, classic since the day he created this, simple words but containing a greatest read-appeal, so true, an immortal poem.
very very nice poem.thank you
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