some say love
it is a river
that drowns tender reed
some say love
it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
some say love
it is a hunger,
that endless aching need
i say love
it is a flower
and you it's only seed 

it's the heart afriad of breaking
that never learns to dance
it's the dream afriad 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 too long
and you think
that love is not 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 



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