Sunday, September 9
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve 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 wi' the sun:
I will love thee till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Thou' it were ten thousand mile.
The only word fer me is I
The sweetest word fer me is LOVE
The only one for me is YOU
Aust: 12:03 PM, 2 hurs ahead of Sg