Glowing in its glory,
Each and every seed,
Telling its own story.
As each flower blooms,
And then continues to grow,
More of its strength and knowledge,
Continues to show.
And like a garden,
It blooms much more fair,
When carefully tended,
By those who care.
Once in a while,
You come acress a friend,
Who is as beautiful as a flower,
With a good heart to lend.
So I picked this flower,
And pulled it apart,
And soon all its pieces,
Grew into my heart.
But when I realized,
Is that this flower that grew,
Was not leaves and petals,
But pieces of you.
Your love and kindness,
Your strength and power,
Have helped me grow,
Into my own little flower.
And now with our friendship,
I'll never let go,
And we can help others,
To flower and grow.
God Bless Our Friendship
2 comments:
this is a very meaningful poem. thanks for sharing it to us, Haze.
you are such a nice friend and i'm glad I have known you. (even just online)
Thank you Jacs! you are a wonderful friend (online) too Jacy! I am looking forward to see you this winter time pagbalik namu sa ND hehehe hopefully the snow will not get in our way hehehe
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