A pink rose fights for survival
In a field full of weeds,
Stretching it's roots through the soil
And raising it's petals to the sun;
Staving off starvation
In a world of little nourishment.
Harsh may be the weather
But strong is the rose.
It does battle in bad times
And heals it's bruises in good.
Should a weakness leech it's color
It would but more firmly root itself.
The rose shall always triumph
Be the times good or bad.
Should it slightly falter
It will right itself again.
This rose I give to you
Is a symbol of our friendship.
Author notes
I forgot my friend's birthday so I figured I better do something special to make up for it so I wrote her this poem, bought her a pink rose and made her a card. : ' )
Written May 2nd, 2005
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Awwww, your friend still should kick your ass for forgetting. But hey I guess this makes up for it. This is a good write babe, awesome. jost awesome. Oh Joy!!!
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