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 a heart afraid of breaking..        

     that never learns to dance

It's the dream afraid of waking..        

     that never takes a 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 a rose..