The Rose

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,

and endless aching me.

I say love, it is a flower, 

and you, it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking,

that never learns to dance. 

It's dream afraid of waking, 

that never takes the chance. 

is the one who won't be taken,

who cannot seem to give.

And the soul afraid of dying

that never learn 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 snow

lies the seed that with the sun's love

in the spring becomes the Rose.

Thanks to my boss for sharing 
this wonderful song with me.=]