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This Rose

Some say love it is a riverThat drowns the tender reed.Some say love it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleed.Some say love it is a hungerAn endless, aching needI say love it is a flower,And you its only seed.It's the heart afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIt's the dream afraid of wakingThat never takes the chanceIt's the one who won't be taken,Who cannot seem to giveAnd the soul