Love poem...my Love's like a red, red rose...

O my Love's like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Love's like the melodie

That’s sweetly play'd 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 will the sun:

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Love

And fare thee well, a while!

And I will come again, my Love,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.