by Bette Midler

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 of afraid of waking

that never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

who can not seem to live 

And the soul afraid of dying 

that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely 

And the road has been to 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 Suns love

In the Spring becomes the Rose.

dedicated to my best friend - Dave

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