The Rose

The Rose
 

Some say Love it is a river that drowns a 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 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
It's the soul afraid of dyin' 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 strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's Love in the spring
Become the Rose.

(Bette Midler)
 

"That is the time you spent for your Rose, said the fox to the Little Prince, that makes the Rose so important"
("The Little Prince", Saint-Exupéry)

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