O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
~ Robert Burns
For things of beauty
Constantly am I searching,
Despite the bleakness.
~ Poetictouch
For things of beauty
Constantly am I searching,
Despite the bleakness.
~ Poetictouch
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