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 a 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.
-- Bette Midler's The Rose
see what i mean?
bah! i'm really being lazy (or too busy?!). i cannot even make a post other than lyrics. hahaha! who cares? probably, only i do. pfft!
yeah, i see what you mean...
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