Love is like a Red Red Rose!
Bud unopened. Green, green spring.
Dali's nude - poetic prose,
Like a butterfly's soft wing.
That first blush
and blood's soft murmur.
Gentleness - a first caress.
Lovers see a double rainbow.
Was that lace under her dress?
In the morning, I heard bagpipes:
on the branch two turtledoves.
That Hungarian wine and music...
Red Red Rose my dear love!
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