"The Rose!"



Some say love is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some say love is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed,
Some say love is a hunger, and endless aching need,
I say love is a flower and you its 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 can not 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 suns love in the spring ... Becomes the rose.



"Love is a wonderful thing!"

                            Always, -Peanut                    Back To Index

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