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 the chance
It's
the one who won't be taken
Who
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 sun's love
In
the spring
Becomes
the rose
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