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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 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 still may leave thy garland green.

Our Garden of Forever

Our Garden of Forever Poem by Hannah Morales Amid the blooms your hand finds mine,A bond eternal, pure and divine.Through gentle days and trials deepOur vows are roots that never sleep. Like butterflies in morning air,Our love takes flight beyond despair,No fleeting…

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The Language

The Language by Robert Creeley Locate Ilove you some-where in teeth and eyes, bite it but take care not to hurt, you want so much so little. Words say everything. Ilove youagain, then what is emptiness for. To fill, fill.I heard words and words full of holes aching….

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Why Do I Love You Sir?

In “Why Do I Love You Sir,” Emily Dickinson explores love’s irrational nature. She compares love to natural phenomena like the wind and lightning, emphasizing that true affection does not require explanation. The poem suggests that love exists beyond reason, embraced th…

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