Leighton bought me roses. For no reason. Just because he loves me. Yeah, he's romantic like that. I have only one complaint: I've been gone the past two days. I wasn't home to bask in their sweet, heavenly fragrance or soft, delicate petals. I wanted to enjoy the flowers while they were still pink and pretty. And alive. I wanted to bring one with me in the van since I was spending a decent amount of time there. However, I did not want a vase tipping over and spilling water everywhere. And I certainly didn't want to hold it the whole time. The perfect solution was a plastic sports bottle that fits snugly in a cup holder. I was able to appreciate my reminder of love without making a mess.
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.
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;
And 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!
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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;
And 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 1794 ~
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