- 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 played 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 weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
-- Robert Burns
I sure am lucky to have somebody who loves me. I like poems that just talk about how in love the poet is. I also like poems that are written in dialect so you get funny lines like "till a' the seas gang dry" and you get to pretend like there's nothing silly at all about talking like that. Those crazy Scots.