After a long time

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     the chance.
                                  It's the   one who won't 
                                 be taken,  who cannot seem 
                                 to give,   and the soul afraid 
                              of dyin'   that never learns
                             to live.   When the night
                     has      been too 
                lonely  and the
            road    has 
      been  to
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.