My Luve

Hey, Wonderful Husband!

O 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.

Thanks for the beautiful tiny roses ...

As fair art thou, my bonnie lad,

So deep in luve am I:

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.

... on our 27th Valentine's day! I was only 17 on our first - you were almost 20.

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 o’ life shall run.

( Robert Burns 1794 )