Love and Friendship…

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;

Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.


Saru Singhal said... Reply To This Comment

The poem is good but the choice of music is making it a delight...

devangini said... Reply To This Comment

Very nice poetry! Good rhyme scheme!


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