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 it's only
seed
It's the heart afraid
of breaking
that never learns
to dance
It's the dream afraid
of waking
that never takes the
chance
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
And 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
snow
lies the seed that
with the sun's love
in the spring becomes
a
rose.
Dedicated to Jaelle
Armstrong,
who taught me to look
into myself.
The rose picture a
gift from her.
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April 19, 2001