**72-Bette Midler-The Rose**

☆The Rose☆                                                                ♡Bette Midler♡                                      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 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.                              2014-0415                        http://blog.daum.net/kdm2141/4351