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[white rose]

Love is a strange thing. It is a flower, so delicate that a touch will break it and so strong that nothing will stop its growth. Think how often we miss love in a life time by a wrong gesture, by an unspoken word, by not keeping silent at the right time. We lose it by interference of other people, by lack of communication or by a quarrel over something stupid and yet we cannot live without it.