نازخاتون
11th December 2010, 05:52 PM
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: And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve! And fare thee weel, awhile! And I will come again, my
Luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
http://www.img.aksfa.net/img-2010/Red-Rose/red_rose_04.jpg
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: And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve! And fare thee weel, awhile! And I will come again, my
Luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
http://www.img.aksfa.net/img-2010/Red-Rose/red_rose_04.jpg