. .
... :``..': Some say love it is the 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 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 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 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.....
- Amanda McBroom
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