
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 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 a
seed, that with the sun's love,
in the
spring becomes a rose
Amanda McBroom
Hit song by Bette
Midler
The rose proudly grown by Daphne (RIP lovely lady)
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and laugh!
I may never
see tomorrow
Roses for a
friend
A Smile is
contagious
Beautiful
all Over
I Give to you
Lunch in
the park:-)
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