A glitch abstract digital painting from the artist's House of Mirrors Collection
A Red, Red Rose
I.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β That's newly sprung in June:
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β O, my luve's like the melodie,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β That's sweetly play'd in tune.
II.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β So deep in luve am I:
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β 'Till a' the seas gang dry.
III.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β 'Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β I will luve thee still, my dear,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β While the sands o' life shall run.
IV.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β And fare thee weel, my only luve!
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β And fare thee weel a-while!
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β And I will come again, my luve,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
β Robert Burns