The Rose 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. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dyin', 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. The music on this site is copyrighted by the respective artists and is placed  here for entertainment purposes only.  Please support these artists and purchase their music.  The page layouts, website and some graphics on the website, have been designed by and © Copyright 1994 SusieA1114 I have placed a donation button on the pages. It is not necessary to make a donation to view the pages, but if you would like to make a donation to help with the expense of maintaining the website any amount will be greatly appreciated. Sincerely, Susie http://susie1114.com   Tell a friend: