Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed;
Some say love, it is a razor that leads the soul to bleed;
Some say love, it is a hunger - an endless, acting need;
I say love you, it is a flower, and you its only need.
Its the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance;
It's the dream afraid of walking that never takes the chance;
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give;
It's 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 strong;
Just remember in the Winter, for beneath the bitter snow;
Lies the seed that with the Sun' love in the Spring becomes the ROSE.
I guess maybe love is like this.
