[(¯`•¸♥Faryal♥¸•´¯)]

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.

 

[!~*AdOrAbLe*~!]

awsum linez

 

[(¯`•¸♥Faryal♥¸•´¯)]

THank yOu Sis =]

 

[SHAYAN]

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