De roos

Some say love it is a river

that drowns the tender reed

Some say love it is a razer

that leaves your soul to blead.

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 winter

far beneath the bitter snows

lies the seed

that with the sun's love

in the spring

becomes the rose ...

Bette Midler