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. Allison Chambers Coxsey © 2000 Used with permission, thanks! Visit Allison's Heart