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)