The Rose
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 the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to forgive....
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.
written by: Amanda McBroom
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