02-26-2013, 12:22 AM
A good friend is like a flower-
Hardly, if ever, noticed in bloom,
Whose loss aches each crevice
Of the heart, once gone,
Leaving his lingering fragrance behind.
When together, in joyous times,
He multiplies twicefold our smile-
Like a faithful mirror;
But when one is bereft of friends-
Not differing from a withered stem
Albeit fine and sturdy, lacking leaves-
And loneliness and sadness take over,
There is no end to which loss cannot reach,
And ache till death separates them fully.
Hardly, if ever, noticed in bloom,
Whose loss aches each crevice
Of the heart, once gone,
Leaving his lingering fragrance behind.
When together, in joyous times,
He multiplies twicefold our smile-
Like a faithful mirror;
But when one is bereft of friends-
Not differing from a withered stem
Albeit fine and sturdy, lacking leaves-
And loneliness and sadness take over,
There is no end to which loss cannot reach,
And ache till death separates them fully.