The Rose

In this season of love, let us love one another as we love ourselves.
I find this rather meaningful to share and I am sure we are not strangers to this story, of
The Rose

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 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 love is only
For the lucky and the strong.

Just remember..... in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.