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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 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 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,
that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes the rose
The rose by BETTE MIDLER.

(I like this poem very much, but I just like it as a poem, not as a song. ^=^)

^^ Happy Anniversary ^^