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
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day, June 11, 2021
This Jolly Beggar 
Beautiful.
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Jude,
Couldn’t resist featuring the Burns poem with the photos!
pax,
dora
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Those roses can definitely invoke that poem.
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Burns was quite the ladies man: of course he would write just such a verse!
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Beautiful image to go with your poem, Dora. What a lovely shade of red.
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