The Rose........

Some say love, it is a river,

That drowns the tender reed.

I say love, it is a razor,

That leaves your soul to bleed.

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Some say love, it is a hunger,

An endless aching need.

I say love, it is a flower,

And you, it's only seed.

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It's the heart, afraid of breaking,

That never learns to dance.

It's the dream, afraid of waking,

That never, takes the chance.

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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.

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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.

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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.