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
Its 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
And 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 sun's love,

In the spring, becomes a rose.