A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns
My love is like a red, red rose
  That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
  That’s sweetly played in tune.
Â
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
  So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
  Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Â
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
  And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
  While the sands o’ life shall run.
Â
And fare thee weel, my only love,
  And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my love,
  Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.
Â
Discover more from Optimistic Beacon
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
Love is love…nothing compares to it. 🙂