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.
It took me time to get it
maybe because it has some difficult words
And maybe because I thought that it’s not done yet
But, thanks for your work my freind
And keep on going 
thanx al7yah thats was gr8
keep going
byeeeeeeeeeeeeee