Robert Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose...

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 love 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 :
will love 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

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,

When I am sad and weary. When I think all hope has gone.
When I walk along High Holborn, I think of you with nothing on .
Adrian Mitchell

Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont,