love

Some say love………it is a river….. That travels the tangerines……. 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 U ……its only seed….. It’s the heart……afraid of breaking……that never learns to dent….. 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 wait has been too long…. And u see …. That love is only…….for the lucky and the strong… Just remember…….in the winter……..far beneath the bitter storm….. Lies the sea…. That with the suns love ….in the spring…..becomes………gold…..