The Rose
Some say love it is the river that drowns the tender reeds
Some say love it is the razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is the hunger an endless taking need
I say love it is a flower and you its only seed
Its 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 can not seem to give
And a soul afraid of dyeing that never learns to live
And the life has been too 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 snow
Lies a seed that with the suns love in the spring becomes a rose
A love song my friend Myriah sent to me b/c it's her favorite song. :)
I DO NOT LOVE YOU - Sonnet by Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII of 100 Love Sonnets
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fireshoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straight forwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way.
that this; where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
