Perhaps

For those of us who look at the world a little "differently." This might be the greatest love poem ever written.

In honor of Robert Burn's Day in Scotland. It's a love poem in which an older woman tells her love for her aging love.

( In Scotland a Jo is a sweetheart.)

John Anderson, My Jo
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we’ll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.