The Rose

I don't like to use too many secular themes and resources, but I love this poem/song. Of course, if it wasn't about something as lovely as a rose, I may not even consider the possibility of posting it here!

                       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.

                       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.
                                                                                                         -B. Midler