love is not a game as some say, it can be a time of parish or a time to pray.
inside itself it doesnt greed, instead it grows just like a seed.
spreading its love just like a flower it doesnt kill or devour.
it is as pure as a child as a saint it cannot be mild.
it is as invisible as the color white, some think it as black as night.
it causes break ups and fights, but knowing love it has the right.
people doubt it like its cruel; love has more than just one rule.
To love as if theres no such thing, and to fly as if you need just one wing.
Giving mothers the chance to ...