I took this photo of a painting at a local hotel. It was in their foyer. The frame I added later. It had one of those beautifully ornate frames but it didn't photograph well. Anyhow I thought it was a lovely painting and wanted to add the friendship poem to it.
Have a great weekend everyone.
A poem by Emily Bronte
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 the 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 may still leave thy garland green.