WE loved, my love, and now it seems <br />Our love has brought to birth <br />Friendship, the fairest child of dreams, <br />The rarest gift of earth. <br /> <br /> <br />Soon die love's roses fresh and frail, <br />And when their bloom is o'er, <br />Not all our heart-wrung tears avail <br />To give them life once more. <br /> <br /> <br />But when true love with friendship lives, <br />As now, for thee and me, <br />Love brings the roses--Friendship gives <br />Them immortality.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-iii-5/
