Flowers, <br />A thing of beauty, <br />Suffer much to make us happy. <br />Even facing the knife <br />To bring joy and comfort <br />In our sorrow, brokenness, <br />Discouragement and pain. <br /> <br />Flowers. <br />They're often given in romance. <br />Or to celebrate birthdays, <br />Anniversaries, and almost every <br />Holiday known to man. <br /> <br />Flowers. <br />How we love them. <br />And in their native tongue, <br />They speak to our heart <br />In no uncertain way. <br /> <br />Flowers. <br />They make each of us <br />Feel special, as if we're the one. <br />They are forever <br />A sacrificial friend.<br /><br />Walterrean Salley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrificial-friend/
