O my Luve's like a red, red rose <br />That's newly sprung in June; <br />O my Luve's like the melodie <br />That's sweetly play'd in tune. <br /> <br />As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, <br />So deep in luve am I: <br />And I will luve thee still, my dear, <br />Till a' the seas gang dry: <br /> <br />Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, <br />And the rocks melt wi' the sun: <br />I will luve thee still, my dear, <br />While the sands o' life shall run. <br /> <br />And fare thee well, my only Luve <br />And fare thee well, a while! <br />And I will come again, my Luve, <br />Tho' it were ten thousand mile.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-red-red-rose/
