Love is like the lavender;
but friendship is like the oak tree.
The oak is huge when the lavender blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?
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I've seen the fairest flowers bloom, yet all their scents were just the same,
I've wandered lands of endless hues, but every breeze still felt so tame.
But in your presence and the wind began to sing,
whispering secrets to every wing.
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Lets be in love dear, let's not know the price
I will chase you, I won't mind, but only twice or thrice.
Hold my hand I will show you the stars
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The dark dream
I woke up from my sleep, saw her in my dream,
Saw her sit and weep, saw her shout and scream.
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If you saw me first, would we have ended up the same?
Would you have come over to me and asked for my name?
Sometimes I wonder if you would've chosen me on your own.
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I Have a confession
I HAVE A CONFESSION, BUT I'M SCARED TO TELL YOU.
IT'S MORE OF AN OBSESSION, BUT WHAT CAN I DO?
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Praful Rao is a co-author, anthology editor, and content writer expressing poems in several genres. With the most popular genre of romantic and sad poems. He is Graduated from Ghanshyamdas Saraf college in 2018 with a degree in BMS India.)
Love And Friendship
Love is like the lavender;
but friendship is like the oak tree.
The oak is huge when the lavender blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?
The lavender is lovely in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the lavenders fare.
Then, spurn the silly lavender now, And deck it with the oak's sheen,
That, when beauty blights the brow, she still may leave the garland green.
The lavender is beautiful, but the oak is huge and free,
let's meet again holding each other's hand, sharing stories under the tree.