Some say love, it is a river that drowns a 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 can not 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 to 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 a seed, that with the sun's love,
in the spring, becomes a rose
(The Rose, by Bette Midler)
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