by Robert Burns
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 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 of 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.
Well this is technically a song, but is often published as a poem so... I'll allow it. :D It gives me an excuse to add some singing John Barrowman to this post. I fell in love with this poem because of the Barrowman song and how beautifully soft and romantic it is. It reminds me of Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, a wonderful time travel romance (the Scottish influence of course helps). There is such a timelessness in the way the author of the poem describes his love, and poignancy in the end that he has to say farewell.