luve.

"As 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 wull luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run."

A red red rose.
By Burns
complete poem here.

Translated:

luve: love.

25, Jan, 2008