Some say love it is the 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, 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 wont 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 snow

lies the seed that with the sun's love

in the spring becomes the rose.

The Rose

The rose is a symbol of beauty;

it captures the attention without trying.

The rose is a symbol of fragrance;

it's presence fills the air with sweet aroma.

The rose is a symbol of strength;

self nurturing and able to stand on its own.

The rose is a symbol of joy;

bringing pleasure to everyone around.

The rose is a symbol of love;

touching the darkest of hearts.

You are my rose and I am your water.

Drink and be filled with all I have to offer.

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By The Poetician

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