THE ROSE
Amanda McBroom
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 THAT FEARS THE 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.
