" The Rose.................."

The Rose .........
(Thu, September 13, 2007 - 1:42 AM)



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.

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 diying and' that never learns
to live.

When the night
has been too
lonely and the road
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 snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose