~*The Rose*~

Some say LOVE it is a river
that drowns the tender seed
Some say LOVE it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say LOVE it is a hunger
and endless achin need
I say LOVE it is a flower and you its only seed
Its the LOVE afraid of breaking
that never takes the chance
Its the dream  afraid of waking
that never learns to dance
Its the one that won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
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 remeber in the winter
beneath the bitter snow
like the seed that with suns love
in the spring....
                           becomes the rose