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A Red, Red Rose
(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

A Red, Red Rose

Poem By Robert Burns

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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The central image 'O my Luve's like a red, red rose' is successful enough, while in the rest of the poem he strains to convince her (and himself) how much he loves her. That's how I read the poem today.
Though this poem is little deviated from its form, yet it's a beautiful composition... fascinating romantic spell that attempts to unfold love song emanating from the inner recess of the poet's heart.. appreciate! ed!
That's a prime poem, Robert Burns is priming.
Love it *sigh* had me in tears
How Beautiful! Real Love Poetry! ! !


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