She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.
— Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1590)
The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you.
— Gammer Gurton's Garland (1784)
Roses are red
Violets are blue
True lovers are full of wood —
Like Sven, so happy to see you!
1 comment:
poor old sven looks lonely!
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