Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
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
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 bitter snows lies the seed
that with the sun's love in the spring
becomes the rose....
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