Each flower is a soul that blooms naturally

Love has its own instincts, it finds a way to get to the other half, like the weakest insect but in its own way easily the insects find the right choice of flowers, with a strong will without anxiety or shift direction. Flowers that bloom themselves will never be jealous of many thorns.

Love is the answer, and you know for sure that; Love is a flower, and you must let it grow. If love is sweet like a flower, then my mother is a beautiful flower filled with love...