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
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 snow
Lies the seed
That with the Sun's love,
In the spring,
Becomes the rose