Happy Valentines Day Poem by “A Red, Red Rose,” by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

Life is short and its the little things that count. Play of words is part of poetry and those are designed to tantalize our soul. I'm an amateur poet but nothing like these guys/gals. To me poetry is a puzzle and of symbolic meaning and if you spend enough time thinking about a poem and its meaning you can decipher a pattern. That pattern is one's perceptions that are written into the poem and is contained within the symbolic meaning of the words themselves. Most of the time its not intentional but there are a few in history that played more deeply with language to create intentional puzzles. Read how Poetry Rhymes and Patterns are one level but the language choice and its rooted symbol is another. You could map the root image as much as the language. We encode language and symbolism deeply and its a type of unique language in and of itself. There are reasons why that specific word was chosen by a master poet to mean something very specific at that unique location in the poem to enhance a work of art. The context, sequencing, symbolism, depth, and associated means create a story when woven together.  Feel free to support your local poets society. Here is the Society of Classical Poets

“A Red, Red Rose,” by Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

So 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;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

Though it were ten thousand mile.