Robert Burns Poem by James McLain

When English is,
my Love is like the Rose.
Before six months can pass way
it's spring.
New sprung hopes,
my Love is sweet my heart is new today.

Red lips that sing each melody,
that close before the dawn.
As fair in art so deep in love,
I count the days you gave.

Love You see I did recieve
was Love I gave to you.
Farewell my Love,
my only Love, hello my Love goodbye.
Come back again, I would again,
your lips I've kissed, ten thousand times.