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 wilrd rose-briar is sweet in the spring
its summers blossom scent the air
yet wait till the winter comes again
and who will call the wild briar fair??
the scorn the silly rose-wreath now
and deck thee with the holly's sheen
that when December blight thy brow
he may still leave thy garland green
P/S:poem poem poem...
hehhe..
copy paste je laa
mne laa alya tau nk buat poem sendiri
terbace poem yg best,
so alya copy je laa..
lagipun dh lme x terupdate blog nie..
huhu..
sweety
~alyaa~
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