My heart is known to be fragile like or as a flower,
So fragile that it only has love's power.
If one loves his or her enemy high as a tower,
We back away from a fight but still they call it a cower.
Well, the one who hates is the the one being hated by others
And the one who loves is being loved by their mothers.
To some it's true, to others it's false,
But our love and hate flows and pumps like a pulse.
We could be roses or daisies, sunflowers or orchids
And on Valentine's Day any flower will work for kids.
Many types of flowers are known,
But our emotions and feelings we own.
Please, don't live in the shade of hate,
Rise and grow in the light of love.
Doing this will lead or guide you to an amazing gate,
Spread your wings and fly like a beautiful dove.
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