A RED, RED ROSE
Robert Burns (1759 –
1796)
My love is like a red
red rose,
that's newly sprung in June:
my love is like the melodie,
that's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love 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:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my live,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
that's newly sprung in June:
my love is like the melodie,
that's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love 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:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my live,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Content:
This
poem tells about the true love and the deep feeling of man to his girlfriend.
Details:
This
poem tells about someone who describes his love as something so beautiful
moment like in the spring season, when roses are blooming. Then he feels
comfortable and sweet of love like melodies. All of it he describes as figure
his girlfriend.
He also
describes about how deep his love to his girlfriend. He doesn’t care about any
conditions. Although the things impossible come true, supposed of his love. He
loves her so much. We know that the time will be changes and has a result goes
with him. But he still promised to love her forever.
Finally
if his girlfriend moves away for a while, he is will be catching up it again,
although it is so far away from him. Because she only one of his heart. He will
be return of his promised.
Intention:
This poem tells about:
-
If we are
falling in love with someone, we must keep that feeling.
-
The true love must be able to survive in all
conditions, wherever and forever.
-
Promised not to be denied but to be kept and
must be realized.
Intoduction to Literature's final exam - By Dina Budiarti Maulidia
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