My darling it has been so long
Since I saw your handsome face
Or spoken aloud with you
And seen you in our place
Where did all the years go
Since the last time we met
We both went our separate ways
Trying hard to forget
But love can never truly die
When true love comes from the heart
I love you like it was yesterday
And we two did not ever part
So come to me my darling
For my love for you still grows
You may enter into my abode
If you see one red rose in the window
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#4 If you see one red rose in the window.
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This is a nice romantic love poem, though the last line does rather stand out a bit, since it's difficult to rhyme with it, and it's rather longer than the rest.
The original poem is by George Mackay Brown. He was an Orkney poet, and wrote some wonderful stuff.
Love Letter
To Mistress Madeline Leslie, widow
At Quoy, parish of Voes, in the time of hay:
The old woman sat in her chair, mouth agape
At the end of April.
There were buttercups in a jar at the window.
The floor is not blue now
And the table has flies and bits of crust on it.
Also the lamp glass is broken.
I have the shop at the end of the house
With sugar, tea, tobacco, paraffin
And, for whisperers, a cup of whisky.
There is a cow, a lady of butter, in the long silk grass
And seven sheep on Moorfea.
The croft girls are too young.
Nothing but giggles, lipstick, and gramophone records.
Walk over the hill Friday evening.
Enter without knocking
If you see one red rose in the window.
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