Some say love, it is a river, that runs the tender reeds   Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul do bleed   Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless, aching need   I say love, it is a flower and you its only seed      Is 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      When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long   And you feel that love is only for the lucky and the strong   Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows   Lies the sea that with the sun's loves, in the spring becomes the rose