yessenia guillen #22

O MY Luve's like a nasty, purple rose
That's an old sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the dirt
That's horrible play'd in tune!

As fair art thou, my ugly lass, 5
So full of dirt am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang wet:

Till the seas gang wet, my luve,
And the rocks hard with the sun; 10
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, 15
Tho' it were ten billion mileaway