Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed,
Some say love, it is a razor
That leads 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 soul afraid of dreaming
That never learns to dance,
It's soul afraid of waking
That never takes a chance.

That's the one,
Who won't be taking
Who cannot seem to give,
It's soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.

When the night has been so lonely
And the road has been to long,
Can you feel that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the better snow,
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love
The spring becomes the rose.

~Author Unknown~

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