(after Robert Burns)
You my love are like a white arum lily,
much brighter than the moon
where you are pure and sincere to me,
of the melody of my heart you are the tune.
As fair and alive as the sun in the sky
you are a part of every single day,
where at heart aware of our love am I
and it will last come what may.
When out all the sands of time run
past eons and this life and death,
in days of joy, tears, sorrow and fun,
you will remain and also in every breath
and I do not have to say: "fare you well."
as in depth your love do to me pertain,
of your mind you do me constantly tell
where together through life we do remain.
[Poet's note: "A Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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