A very gentle and intimate poem.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

Close Up of a Beautiful Sunset Rose

O my Love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

So 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.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only love!

And fare thee well awhile!

And I will come again, my love,

Though it were ten thousand mile.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

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