The circle of love begins at birth,
Fragile as a flower...
The circle widens every day,
Moment, by minute,
And then by hours.

Time will pass, and things transpire...
The circle of love will be tested by fire...
But, fragile as this flower seems...
It's circle is unbroken...
Strongly standing for the ones,
It's loyalties unspoken.

Circle your friends with love,
And all your family too...
For when the circle grows that way,
The world is your friend too!


© Denise Lanford 2003