A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns (1759-1796)
O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve’s like a melodie
That’ sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY
Until next time. Stop and Smell the Roses.