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Short piece on the Love we feel for our children |
| Types of love are as plentiful, as the flowers in our garden. Passionate as the red rose, fragile as the snowdrop. The love for our children, is like the white jasmine. Climbing until it reaches our hearts. Where it is locked away forever. No key is required, as it cannot be removed. It comes with no conditions. It is theirs forever more. |