“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 bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve there still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.”
– Robert Burns, A Red, Red Rose
The weather has turned rainy and dark in Porto, but the flowers are still in bloom to brighten the days.
