The Rose
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 a chance
It's the one who won't be taken
That 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 snows
Lies the seed that with the suns love
In the Spring becomes the rose
Author Unknown
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