THE ROSE


some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
some say love it is a razor that leaves your heart 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 to long
and you think that love 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

                                              amanda mcbroom