Just a quick follow-on from the previous entry.

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 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 a chance .
It’s the one who won’t be taken , who cannot seem to give .
And the soul , afraid of dyin’ , 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

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