NICE POEM

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 soul afraid of dreaming,
That never learns to dance
And the soul 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
When you feel 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