A Red, Red Rose

By |2017-06-14T09:22:03-05:00February 14th, 2016|Categories: Love, Poetry|

O my luve is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O my luve is like the melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune. So 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. […]