Poetry Sunday: A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

When I first began to read poetry as a teenager, Robert Burns was probably my favorite poet. And this was perhaps my favorite Burns poem. These many years later it still rates high on my list.

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 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.