Friday, March 30, 2007

Bette Midler says

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 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