Today, I chose to wear a dress with red rose patterns.

For Rhoda comes from a Greek word that means Rose.

“Though my thorns may have bled the fingers of pickers, my flowers shall adorn their altars with beauty and touch the gentlest core of their loved ones”. – Rhoda Viajar’s Red Roses

And here’s a classic poem I memorized in highschool and which I was reminded of last Saturday, when Juno recited the first verse upon meeting me again and learning my name. I finished the stanza and realized that my memory always serves me right. :)\

A Red, Red Rose

by Robert Burns

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

1.
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 play’d in tune.
2.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
3.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun!
O I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
4.
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!

O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That is newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That is sweetly played in tune.

As fair are you, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my Dear,
Till all the seas go dry.

Till all the seas go dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun!
O I will love you still, my Dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Although it were ten thousand mile!

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