Some say love, it is a river

That drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razorThat 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 taking

Who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying

That never learns to live

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