Monday, September 15, 2008

The Rose

I was out working with "my" roses this morning. I didn't plant them, I don't own them, but I've nurtured them all summer and have received great compliments from my landlord and his wife that they look the best they've looked in years. I find it very healing to be out in nature as much as possible in the aftermath of the hell of my own making. As I was working with them, I thought, naturally, of "The Rose"

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 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 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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