“Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.”
~Robert Burns, Scottish Poet 1759-1796
“Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.”
~Robert Burns, Scottish Poet 1759-1796