The Rose

Some say love is a river
that drowns the tender need
Some say love is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say loves is a hunger
an endless ending need
I say love is a flower
and you are the only seed

Its the heart thats afraid of breathing
that never learns to dance
Its the dream afreaid of waking
that never takes the chance

Its the one who wont be taken
who never learns to give
Its the soul afraid of dieing
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
for beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that wwith the suns love
in the spring becomes the rose

-Krystal-
My mother wrote this a while back and I found a collection of her poems so I decided I'd share it.