The Rose<\/p>\n
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
\nSome say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
\nSome say love it is a hunger an endless aching need.
\nI say love it is a flower and you it’s only seed.
\n
\nIt’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
\nIt’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.
\nIt’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give,
\nand the soul afraid of dyin’ that never learns to live.<\/p>\n
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,
\nand you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
\njust remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
\nlies the seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Rose 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 … Lees verder