A red, red rose

From the green meadow

A red, red rose

O MY Luve's like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June:

O my Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

Dennis Barloga

Maureen Love

Dennis Barloga

As fair art thou, my bonie 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;

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,

Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile.

- Robert Burns

Adele Gold

Maureen Love

Dreams within dreams

I wake up as I woke up in my dream

little chutes falling in the corner of my eye

unbounded air forming edges around finality.

- aileen