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 its only seed. It's the heart, afraid of breaking, That never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking, That never takes a chance

It's the one, who won't be taken, Who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dyin', That never learns to live

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

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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