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 play'd 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:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd 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:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
My Love
By Colby Schoniwitz
My love for you is ever new
You don't have any clue
How precious you are to me
You're the reason that I get antsy
I wish you knew how much I cared
The things I'd do for you are not compared
Every day is something different
A life with you is nothing but vibrant
Though we may fight and argue
I have just one thing to say
Please never subdue
What we could be someday
Sorry for everything I put you through
Look into my eyes and you'll see through
The outer shell which I created
Is nothing but my love cratd
Works Cited:
Horton, Ronald A. British Literature for Christian Schools. Greenville, SC: Bob Jones University Press, 1992. Print.
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