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.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot learn 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 remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In spring... becomes the Rose.

This node is in the process of revamping via writing within "fair use", obtaining permission to include the full lyrics, or both. -wuuk