Love.
It is the Sun that elegantly entices the sunflower towards it.

Love.
It is the Shadow that loyally flickers behind its master forever.

Love.
It is the Fuel that burns itself to overwhelm its recipient with warmth,

Love.
It is the Gift that is present in everyone but only a few present this Gift to others.

Love.
It is the Breath of life that once inhaled in should also be exhaled out.
Just as the well’s presence is welcomed only when it is welled with water,
So is its’ presence conspicuous only when it is shared, not when kept.

Let us now begin, hitherto Sunflowers, Recipients and Inhalers of Love,
To spread the sunlight, to broach the umbrella of shade, to bestow upon warmth on others,
And most importantly to begin loving Love.