These are actually the lyrics of a nice song by Bette Midler. I received them through e-mail from a friend on the day Britain's Princess Diana was killed. Very meaningful indeed.
by A. McBroom
Some say love, it is the river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is the razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an aching endless need.
I say love, it 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 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 snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
