Left to right: �Dwnn, Tommye, Taliesin, Widgy |
O, my luve is like a red, red rose, � �That's newly sprung in June; O, my luve is like a melodie � �That's sweetly played 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; And I will luve thee still, my dear, � �While the sands of life shall run. But fare thee weel, my only luve! � �O, fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, � �Tho' 'twere ten thousand miles. |
They wish love, joy, and inner peace to all who visit here.