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 the chance;
it's the one who wont 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; that 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.....

       The Rose
sung by Bette Midler