So it is the 14th of February again, lovers day as they call it! It is only fair then, that I should share with you some of the most famous lines in romantic poetry. And here is a 1794 piece 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 bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!
A poem by Robert Burns