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
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 snows lies the seed
that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose
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