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.
My lovely friend AS told me about this poem and it seems very appropriate for Valentine's Day. I like the value the poet puts on friendship and the constancy of friendship and I like the idea that though romantic love only lasts a short while friendship can endure through passage of time and through adversity. So Happy Valentine's Day to my best friend and husband, Phil, and to all my treasured friends wherever you are! My life would be empty and desolate without you!