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 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 cold, cold, cold winter   far beneath the bitter snows   Lies the seed   that with the sun's love   in the spring   becomes the rose