My Love Is Like a Summer Rose
Shall I count the ways I love her?
No, that's been done too well before.
Calculate the stars above her,
Or waves as they caress the shore?
Oh, I could list so many ways
That'd put a feather in my hat.
To rainbows, moons, or summer days,
I could compare my love to that.
My love is like a summer rose,
And rainbow's beauty can't compare.
Her love e'er blooms 'neath winter snows,
And moonlight is not half so fair.
But my love means much more to me
Than nature or astronomy.
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