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 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 still may leave thy garland green
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Birth was not our Choice,
Death is also not our Choice,
But the way we Live our Life is Absolutely our Choice.
Enjoy it and make each day Memorable.
“Good Morning”
Throw your dreams into the space like a kite,
And you do not know what it will bring back,
A new Life, A new Friend, A new Love….
Have a sweet dreams….
No matter the sky is black or blue,
No matter there is stars or moon,
As long as Your heart is true,
Sweet dreams will always be with You.
Good Night