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, its only seed
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 ♥
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 ♥
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