THE ROSE - Edgar Allan Poe
- "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 its only seed.
- It's the heart afraid of breaking
- that never learns to dance
- And the dream afraid of waking
- that never takes the 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 when with
- the sun's love in the
- spring becomes the rose."