Some say love, it
is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it
is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it
is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is
a flower, and you its only seed.
It's the heart, afraid
of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream,
afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who
won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid
of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has
been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that
love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in
the winter far beneath the winter snows,
Lies the seed, that
with the sun's love, in the spring becomes
The Rose
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