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 aging need
but i say love
it is a flower
and you it's only seed
it's the heart
afraid of braking
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 can not seem to give
it's the soul
afraid of dying
that never learns to live
when the night
has been to 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 the seed that with the suns
love in the spring becomes the rose.
More the rose
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