Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me <br />That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree <br />So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain <br />That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain. <br /> <br />The beautiful camellia flower that blooms fresh and young today <br />In two or three weeks if that long will have gone into decay <br />For flowers have such a brief span they quickly fade away <br />But in sixty years of living your beauty with you stay. <br /> <br />I feel privileged and grateful for to have you as a friend <br />And I will love you and respect you until my life will end <br />You are warm and kind hearted and well loved and well known <br />And it's due to you and to you only that into a better person I have grown. <br /> <br />You are wise and quite intelligent and beautiful to behold <br />And you don't have a gray hair on your head and you never will grow old <br />And on your sixtieth birthday you still look beautiful to me <br />Like the young and pretty pink flower on the green camellia tree.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-beautiful-pink-camellia/
