love, some say....

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, its 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;
Its 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 snow...
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love,
in the spring, becomes the rose!