Robert Burns (1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)
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Poems by Robert Burns : 9 / 167
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 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.
Robert Burns
Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001
Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012
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Poems by Robert Burns : 9 / 167
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in response to:
Does anyone know why do many of the words in this poem contain apostrophes?
It is because the apostrophe holds the place of another letter.
it was not until my wife died of cancer that i began writing poetry, i write it all for her in the hope that she can see it, but i know in my heart she can't. if only she was here...
The rose may wither, so will the beloved but the love and sublimity will still beat inside the heart and maybe the soul.
this is a wonderful poem about the power of love
Ahhhhhhhhhh, the power of love!
@N O Connor
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Does anyone know why do many of the words in this poem contain apostrophes?
A cruel god reigns....for roses doth have thorns.
I love this poem! Very heartfelt here!
I love the scent of this poem.