---

Edith Nesbit - Song III
Work rating: Low

WE loved, my love, and now it seems 
    Our love has brought to birth 
Friendship, the fairest child of dreams, 
    The rarest gift of earth. 


Soon die love`s roses fresh and frail, 
    And when their bloom is o`er, 
Not all our heart-wrung tears avail 
    To give them life once more. 


But when true love with friendship lives, 
    As now, for thee and me, 
Love brings the roses--Friendship gives 
    Them immortality.
Source
The script ran 0.003 seconds.