All of my children must know that I love them.  They are all precious to me.  Not one do I spurn.  They are all beautiful and lovely, each in their own way.  A world full of hate scares my precious little ones.  All are afraid…afraid to love and be loved.  The defenses are high and mighty…fortresses that protect against true love.  Be not like the world…love with a soft heart…open to all.