A RED RED ROSE by Michael Bedard A POEM by Robert Burns


 

 I have always been a romantic. Starting at five years old I remember seeing a little girl with curly hair, blue gray eyes ,and and a smile as light and cheerful as could be.

Twenty one years later I met Pamela. Two week later I proposed.  She said yes and we neeled at the alter in the Salt Lake Temple.  We now have seven wonderful children three grandchildren, and will be celebrating  39 years of romance and friendship this year! My dear Pamela is always my young bride to me. I love to hold hands with her each day and we love to go for long walks  and I still dance in circles with her like the birds do in the spring!

 

This charming painting  of pink and red roses is dedicated to Robert buns and all those who believe in love, romance, and the beauty of eternal companionship.

 

"A Red, Red Rose" is a 1794 song in Scots by Robert Burns.

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 weel, my only Luve
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.