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Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Rose

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 
Its the dream afraid of waking 
That never takes the chance 
It's the one who will not be taken, 
Who can not seem to give 
And the soul afraid of dying 
That never learns to live 
And 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 snow 
Lies the seed that with the sun's love, 
In the spring, becomes a rose.