PoemA Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns October 20, 2020 Share0 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 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 wi’ the sun; 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, Tho’ it wares ten thousand miles. ― By Robert Burns Subscribe to Motivational Wizard Get a weekly email magazine jam-packed with all the best posts from Motivational Wizard.