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 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 dyin'
　　that never learns to live.

　　When the night has been too

       lonely
　　and the road has been to 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.