I know. Iris, you have such strong and clear opinions on things that sometimes it just strikes me. You are just amazing. "And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight " I love this one too. The song is so sad at the same time it just makes me want to cry. Yeah, crying, that's right. Cry when I am about to leave this beloved city. No, more like I've grown affection to it.
I'll remember you whenever I hear this song.
I know a song called "The Rose" by Bette Middler, and my other name is Rose, so I love it a lot. I'll give the lyrics you to you. Here it goes: 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 wakingthat never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dyingthat 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 winterfar beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose
"And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight "
I love this one too. The song is so sad at the same time it just makes me want to cry. Yeah, crying, that's right. Cry when I am about to leave this beloved city. No, more like I've grown affection to it.
I'll remember you whenever I hear this song.
I know a song called "The Rose" by Bette Middler, and my other name is Rose, so I love it a lot. I'll give the lyrics you to you. Here it goes:
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 wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat 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 winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
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Rose will be your song and I'll remember you when I hear it. Rose and Iris, they're even both flowers.
If you believe in destiny-- well, even if you don't-- this is something special.
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my friend at Marist, she used to call me Flower and one time she wrote me this card and she addressed me as Flower/Rose. It was quite amusing.
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