Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor, that leads your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger, and 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 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 find that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter for 'neath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose