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Because you are my rose and I am your pitiful gardener - Athanassios
“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 love, it is a flower, And you, it’s soul, the seed. It’s a heart afraid of breaking, That never learns to dance; It’s the dream, afraid of waking, That never takes the chance; Its 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.
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