Love

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. 
But I say love, it it 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 can not 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 to 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.. !