marcopolo
06-15-04, 02:26 PM
Some say love, it is a river<BR>that drowns the tender reed<BR>Some say love, it is a razor<BR>that leaves your soul to bleed<BR>Some say love, it is a hunger<BR>an endless aching need<BR>I say love, it is a flower,<BR>and you it's only seed<BR>It's the heart, afraid of breaking<BR>that never learns to dance<BR>It's the dream, afraid of waking,<BR>that never takes a chance<BR>It's the one who won't be taken,<BR>who cannot seem to give<BR>And the soul, afraid of dyin',<BR>that never learns to live<BR><BR>When the night has been too lonely,<BR>and the road has been too long<BR>And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong<BR>Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,<BR>Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose. <BR><BR>