If someone will play I shall sing out My love is like a Red Red Rose, just for all you ladies on this day dedicated to love. (ancient mariner puts his spyglass down and wipes a tear from his eye)Softly sings....

MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE.
Robert Burns

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 played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
  So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
  ’Till a’ the seas gang dry.

’Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
  And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
  While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
  And fare thee weel a-while!
And I will come again my luve,
  Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Ahhh Burns laddie you know how to speak to the heart of the matter. Yours, (wishin she was here) Aye. Dave