A Red Rose, Red Love

O my Love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Love'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 well, my only Luve And fare thee well, a while And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile I'll be running like great marathon To win your reddish lips That swaying like hang pieton. Remember the time you lived With me in class closely We live like shroud and corpse. We started loving freely To eachother like corps That are working together. Red rose, red love Great luck in simple clock. Choked and clutched blood With locked strength without Great robust in my hot cloth. I was locked with padlock That locks like how glock Kills a boss. I was chucked high to the Thick cloud of mist type. You typed your typings In my good-type heart With your typing fingers. Red rose with red petals, Red rose of not ornamental, Red rose with worded portals, Red rose with gorgeous facial, Red rose with hearted mural, Red rose with an ornated eyes, Red rose with ungrunted mimics, Red rose in an inclemented love, Red rose in an incandescent love, Red rose with aluring corneas, And a red rose in a large weirs.