There's a creeping red rose vining over my door,
Bright bees and butterflies swarm thick on its leaves
I have many flowers of bright color and hue
Author Hazel Elkins
I know you so little,
To know your hurt,
As if you are invisible,
After you give your love,
How do people use your heart,
Not looking up, to see the tears falling?
So many say "I love you."
The games they play.
There's nothing more precious
Author Clay Harrison
Oh please where ever I go today,
May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
I shall go out today
Author unknown
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