Wednesday, July 22, 2009

A Red, Red Rose

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;
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 awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
—Robert Burns

This poem, an old favorite, seemed particularly well suited to accompany the 25 beautiful red roses that my husband gave me for our 25th wedding anniversary.

“ . . . I will luve thee still, my dear, while the sands o' life shall run.”

2 comments:

Angela2932 said...

How romantic! 25 red roses! Again, happy anniversary!

Barb said...

Again, Happy Belated Anniversary from us also. Nice photo of the rose.