The Rose
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 and 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.
