Some say love it is a river, that drowns the tender reed 

Some say love it is a razer , that leaves your soul to blead

Some say love it is a hunger, that  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 winterfar beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun s love  in the spring becomes the rose