Tonight . . . a love poem

Fundamentally I am a literature person, and what I learned first was the "canon." So from the canon (which of course I question the very notion of the word "canon) here is one of my favorites.

A Red, Red Rose

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 played in tune.

As fair art thous, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve 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:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And far thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

-- Robert Burns