Robbie Burns and days gone by

In days gone by Burns supper was one of my favourite nights of the year.
My husband was a piper, he looked so good dressed in his kilt, smiles, those Burns supper nights always ended in the most fantastic encounters. It was a turn on for both of us knowing he had nothing on underneath.
And as he piped the Haggis in, and my father in law addressed it. I was dressed in my families tartan. Those were the days when I held my head up high. A couple very much in love - people would comment how good we looked.
Then Burn's poetry was read by our men - each addressing his lady. It was a time of happiness.
Love and laughter filled the air.
I can remember that last night, Athol Bros making our heads spin - we led the dancing - we were happy then.
As life does things changed.

Come, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The world's wealth and grandeur:
And do I hear my Jeanie own
That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone,
That I may live to love her.

Thus, in my arms, wi' a' her charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae main o' Heav'n to share,
Tha sic a moment's pleasure:
And by thy e'en sae bonie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.

This is in his memory and that of our fathers and my mother, who passed way god rest thier souls.
May they be celebrating Robbie where ever their souls are today.!
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