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;
O I will love 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,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

author ~ Robert Burns


...Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no, it is an ever - fixed mark.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken...

~ Sonnet #166 by William Shakespeare ~



Hoping your Valentine's Day is filled with love and happiness.




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