...  :``..':              Some say love it is the 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.....

                                           Words by Amanda McBroom