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 play'd in tune.

As fair art 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 luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o'life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve! And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

whimsical, but i believe this is someone else's work,
you may want to give credit.

Ofcourse not....

Robert Burns wrote passionate poems. You do have to give him credit for that. What treasures he left us with.

Love Lord Byron n Robert Brown