The Rose.

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.

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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.

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