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 dyin'
  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 sun's love
  in the spring becomes the rose.