The Rose

A song byBette Midler

Some say love, it is a riverThat drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hungerAn endless, aching need

I say love, it is a flowerAnd you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIts the dream afraid of wakingThat never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken,Who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dyingThat never learns to live

When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too long

And you think that love is onlyFor the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love,

In the spring,

becomes The Rose

A Rose for you !!!!

Greetings,Your Friend…