My love is a red rose,
A red, red rose,
First time affair, first time love,
Love you,
Love I.
My love is a red, red red-rose
Blushing at first sight,
My coy and shy mistress
With the bent eye-lids.
My love, call you
And I will come
Wherever am I,
Hearing your call.
As love is love,
A thing of heart,
So innocent, so ignorant a lass
Unable to understand this complex world of
So much complex people.
My love, O, my love!
Call I!
A red rose, a red-red rose
So fair and fine,
So fresh and pearly
That the dew drops floating on its petals.
Bijay Kant Dubey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-a-red-red-red-rose-fall-in-love-not-please-with-my-lassie/
