A red, red rose

A Red, Red RoseBY ROBERT BURNSO my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played 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.TillContinue reading “A red, red rose”