A Red, Red Rose Poem by Robert Burns
A Red, Red Rose
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.
Am I the only one who can only read this out loud in a Scottish accent? Haha.
Most beautiful poem all times, immortal Classic poem of the Day! Such a greatest Beauty!
Red, the red rose o yes and the crimson ROSE you are my poem; wanna to returen as my love; great and lovely poem
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I love the scent of this poem.
its poem