True friendship is a fragile thing.... like roses on the vine;
Where the budding flowers take time to mature,
Both will need the right tending,
And neither one should be taken for granted or both will surely die,
There's beauty in the sweet blossoms;
When their delicate petals unfold,
To leave behind a rare fragrance in the giving,
Still one must maintain some constant love & care;
While being watchful not to disturb the thorns hidden there,
For once pierced it will surely leave one's soul to bleed,
But if both are nurtured with much love & affection,
Then the heart's desire will be fulfilled in that sharing.
Ravensong
Oct.3/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jean, this seems a recipe of love and commitment, for even friendship seems a commitment.I love the words you have put to pen.If only people could follow this the world would be a better place.Thank you