Some say love it is a riverThat drowns the tender reed.

Some say love it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hungerAn endless, aching need

I say love it is a flower,And you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breakingThat 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 dyingThat never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too long.
And you think that love is onlyFor the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun's love,

In the spring, becomes the rose..