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| The Rose
by sxybdgrl4u at 6/13/2009 10:46:23 PM
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 is a hunger an endless acheing need.
I say love it is a flower and you its only seed.
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It the dream afraid of wakeing that never takes the chance.
Its the one that won't be taken who can not seem to give, and the soul afraid of dieing that never learns to give.
When the night has been to lonely and the road has been to long, when you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow,lies the seed that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose.
We are all out here in this big old world looking for are ROSE and we may have to go through alot of weeds to find that ROSE but its all worth it in the end. Peace be with you all Kris 
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