Burns day

So let's celebrate Robbie Burns day with a poem of his and one of mine:

His:
"O my luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly played in tune."

Mine:
"Who was it said that love is like a red, red rose?
More like a thistle is what it's like at first,
Then after prickly overtures, aiming to quench love's thirst,
A set back - while she likes your style, she doesn't like your nose

Or if it's not your nose then another nauseous thing
About you: your teeth or hair or the way you drink your soup....
It doesn't matter what, the cause is hopeless, your coup
D'etat to win her heart is a battle lost - to her t'was just a little fling."