My love is like a red red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;…
—Robert Burns My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
Few are as outright romantic as Robert Burns in that Highland way. One of the most appealing aspects of his poetry is how fearlessly he veers into an almost limitless passion or backs off to a most tender observation about animals and humanity. In this poem, Burns is lost entirely to his lady love. There should always be a great rose perfume each summer. Art follows Nature. A very comforting, sweet, and almost sugared rose–not sharp at al. Floral.