The Rose

       

Some say love it is a river 

that drowns the tender reed 

Some say love it is a razer 

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 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 

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 ♥ 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 the spring 

becomes the rose     




“I am still in winter, waiting sun's love in spring"