A Red Red Rose

your eyes shine like dawn sky your smile a field of light grass tiptoeing in the spring wind your laughter the rich roar of a sleek shiny limousine your walk a smart pedigree german sherpherd up for grab your hair a stage of virtuoso ballet dancers executing their pristine pose ever since you wandered into my world gentle as the morning mist my mind has turned into a theatre your every feature i refine for a dose of romance my warm bed a sea of expectations you could tell from how the blankets fold and turn in the fashion of a red red rose inspired by A Red, Red Rose - Oh my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: Oh my luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie 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; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile!