Oh my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass.
So deep in love am I:
And I will love 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:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weep, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
By: Robert Burns
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RandomI really love poems from different people back from the old days like Edgar Allan Poe or Robert Frost, and more others.
