Some say love, it is a river
    deep powerful passionate
that drowns the tender reed.
   that destroys it that trusts it
Some say love, it is a razor
   flashy adventuresome daring
that leaves your soul to bleed.
   it cuts it hurts it breaks
Some say love, it is a hunger,
   throbbing pulsing hollow
an endless aching need
   needs nourishment finds nothing
Some say love, it is a flower...
and you, its only seed...

       but it is not.
       a flower is beautiful
       fragile earthly
      the reddest rose is still a rose
a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
       a thing of earth, of life,
       of finite.
      the reddest rose the whitest snow
      all fade all die.
      love is of a different stuff,
       immortal undying unbreakable
       stronger than words
       stronger than life.
       for life ends...
          love does not.
lies the seed that with the sun's love
    in spring
      becomes
         the
            Rose


note: words in italics are lyrics from Bette Midler's "The Rose" and a quote from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet.

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