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 hungerAn endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breakingThat never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingThat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dyingThat never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too long.
And you think that love is onlyFor the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,In the spring, becomes the rose.

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