And I may call you a thing devine
Wrote Shakespear in a Tempest line
My love is like a red red rose
Wrote Burns in ancient Scottish prose
These words though old stand the test of time
Though compaired to you there a childish rhyme
For your beauty and fairness no words can describe
From the greatest of plays to the sweetest of rhymes
Who ever you wrote that for, she is very, very lucky. Take care, Martine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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