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
its the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
its the dream afraid of walking
that never takes the cahnce
its the one who won't be taken
who cannot seems to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live
and the nite has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and strong
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed with the suns love
in the spring, becomes a ROSE
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