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 are thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee ...

If you were to sit down and try to write a loving song, three words are assuredly going to come right to mind: Roses are red. Then, of course, three more spring to mind: Violets are blue. Indeed, ...