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| Rosa gallica |
O, my love is nothing like a rose,
That is newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That is played quite out of tune.
That is newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That is played quite out of tune.
Discordant notes mark well our life
O Married as we are,
But I will love you still, my Dear,
Even though it is bizarre.
Even though it is bizarre, my Dear,
And we wonder what we’ve done!
O I will love you still, my Dear,
Because we’ve had such fun.
But I will love you still, my Dear,
Even though it is bizarre.
Even though it is bizarre, my Dear,
And we wonder what we’ve done!
O I will love you still, my Dear,
Because we’ve had such fun.
We’ve fought all night my darkest love
We’ll fight again tonight
But I’d rather fight a thousand fights
Than lose you from my sight
With apologies this St Valentine's Day to Robert Burns whose poem "My Love is Like a Red Red Rose" inspired this piece of doggerel....
