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
An endless aching need
I say LOVE,it is a flower
And you its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

Its the one who wont be taken
who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live....

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....