Their friendship had blossomed, just like the flowers, Through the years and the passing hours. They had laughed and cried, shared their fears, And stood by each other, through the joys and the tears.

In that moment, as they held each other tight, They knew that their bond was a beautiful sight. The flowers they held were a reminder of this, Of the love and the friendship they would never miss.

So they held on, in that warm embrace, Sharing their love and their grace. Two girls, with flowers in hand, Bound by a bond that would forever stand