.     . 
   ...  :``..':              Some say love it is the 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, 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 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.....                 

                                           Amanda McBroom