Can somebody make a poem with similes and metaphors it it

A Red, Red Rose

By Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

 That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

 That’s sweetly played in tune.

So 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 love thee still, my dear,

 While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!

 And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

 Though it were ten thousand mile.