Saturday, November 12, 2005 '
some say love,it is a river that drowns the tender reed.some say ,it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.some say love,it isa hunger,an endless aching need.I say love,it is a flower,and you its only seed.if the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.its thedreamafraid of waking that neverstakes the chance.Its the one who won't be taken,who cannot seem to give,and the soul afraid of dying that nevers learn to live.when the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,and u think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,juz remember in the winter far beneath the winter snows lies the seed that with thesun's love in the spring becomes THE ROSE. 
yup,tat is the song "the rose"
