Helmut
Winter

Von Mama 18.11.2017 um 21:35 Uhr | melden

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

Its the heart, afraid of breaking,
That never learns to dance
Its the dream, afraid of waking,
That never takes a chance
Its the one who wont 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 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 suns love,
In the spring becomes the rose
(Bette Middler - The Rose)