Some say love, it is a river
    deep powerful passionate
that drowns the tender reed.
   that destroys it that trusts it
Some say love, it is a razor
   flashy adventuresome daring
that leaves your soul to bleed.
   it cuts it hurts it breaks
Some say love, it is a hunger,
   throbbing pulsing hollow
an endless aching need
   needs nourishment finds nothing
Some say love, it is a flower...
and you, its only seed...

       but it is not.
       a flower is beautiful
       fragile earthly
      the reddest rose is still a rose
a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
       a thing of earth, of life,
       of finite.
      the reddest rose the whitest snow
      all fade all die.
      love is of a different stuff,
       immortal undying unbreakable
       stronger than words
       stronger than life.
       for life ends...
          love does not.
lies the seed that with the sun's love
    in spring

note: words in italics are lyrics from Bette Midler's "The Rose" and a quote from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet.