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In Loving Memory of my dear sweet Peanut(Heather)

The Rose

http://www.minibite.com/serious/therose.htm 

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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 it's 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 dyin',

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

 

 

The Rose