Circle of Love
Allison Chambers Coxsey
In reaching out a hand of love,
To touch another heart;
A seed of love is planted,
And so the circle starts.
From that tiny seed of love,
A garden grows and blooms;
Bringing forth a flower of hope,
That shares its sweet perfume.
For every time the blossom,
Is passed from man to man;
The circle grows much stronger,
As they join hand in hand.
A never ending circle,
Will keep on touching hearts;
As long as seeds of love still bloom,
That were planted at the start.
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