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My love is like a red red rose that's
newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
that's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonny lass,so
deep in love am I;
And I will love 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 love thee still, my dear,
while the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
and fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns
Nature responds so beautifully.
Roses are only once-wild roses, that
were given an
extra chance, so they bloomed out
and filled themselves
with coloured fullness.
Out of sheer desire to be splendid,
and more splendid.
D.H. Lawrence
Nobody knows this little Rose
- It might a pilgrim
be.
Did I not take it from the
ways And lift
it up to thee.
Only a bee will miss it - Only a butterfly,
Hastening from far journey
- On its breast
to lie -
Only a bird will wonder - Only a breeze will sigh -
Ah Little Rose - how easy For such as thee to die!
Emily Dickinson
Poetry & Flowers from "Lovely
Is The Rose",
by Celia Haddon
Graphics © Irishmiss, 1998
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