«*» RUKHSANA«*» (<>_<>)G.M.(<>_<>)

GOOD MORNING  SWEETHEART 

A RED, RED ROSE

O my luve's like a red

red rose.That's newly

sprung in June;

O my luve's like a melodies That's

sweetly played

in tune.

And I Will love thee still, my Dear,

And I Will love thee still, my Dear,

Till a'the seas gone dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt wi'd the sun;