>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.
>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 dying,
>That never, learns to live.
>When the night, has been too lonely,
>And the road, has been too long.
>And you feel, that love is only,
>for the lucky, and the strong.
>Just remember, in the winter,
>Far beneath, the bitter snow,
>Lies a seed, that with the sun's love,
>In spring, becomes the rose…
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