The RoSe
        
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
    
    
    Lizzy, vrouw, 40 jaar
 
 
 
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