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.
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