Robert Burns on Love
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“The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.”
“To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!”
“What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love's the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.”
“The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.”
“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 played in tune.”