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.
- The Rose.