i love you, my darling.

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. 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 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.