Love is a flower so delicate that a touch will bruise it,
But so strong that nothing will stop its growth.

Think how often they miss love in a lifetime by the wrong gesture.
By an unspoken word, by the interference of other people,
By a quarrel, by not keeping silent at the right time.

Love is being a friend when you just want to turn and run,
Love is being patient when you want to throw your hands up in anger.
Love is being strong and strudy, when they want to be weak and sad.

Most of all Love is a Gift,
A Gift of life they share as a World's Unity.