The Rose

<p>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.</p><p>Some say love, it is a hunger, An endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, And you it's only seed.</p><p>It's the heart, afraid of breaking, That never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, That never takes a chance.</p><p>It's the one who won't be taken, Who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, That never learns to live.</p><p>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,</p><p>Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow, Lies a seed, that with the sun's love, In the spring becomes a rose</p>