Some say love
is a river,
That drowns the tender ring.
Some say love
is a razor,
That leads your soul to bleed.
Some say love
is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love is a flower,
And him is 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 be.
And the soul afraid of dying,
That never learns to live.
And the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been too long.
And you feel that road is only
For the luckyand 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.
- Pupeng
