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 its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot learn 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 spring... becomes the Rose.

This node is in the process of revamping via writing within "fair use", obtaining permission to include the full lyrics, or both. -wuuk

A fairy tale collected by the Brothers Grimm.

There was once a poor woman who had two children. The youngest had to go every day into the forest to fetch wood. Once when she had gone a long way to seek it, a little child, who was quite strong, came and helped her industriously to pick up the wood and carry it home, and then before a moment had passed the strange child disappeared. The child told her mother this, but at first she would not believe it. At length she brought a rose home, and told her mother that the beautiful child had given her this rose, and had told her that when it was in full bloom, he would return. The mother put the rose in water. One morning her child could not get out of bed. The mother went to the bed and found her dead, but she lay looking very happy. On the same morning, the rose was in full bloom.