“The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”
"We'll spread this love like dandelions"
"I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade"
How could I not love you?/
I come to you when I need to cry,/
But your embrace is no longer warm./
You know all my secrets/
But how do I know you wont tell?/
I can scream at you,/
But it feels you no longer listen./
Why do I still love you?/
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