“The Rose”

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.

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 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 sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.

Måtte en tur på butikken og det lå en rose og ventet på meg på gangveien 🙂 Som jeg sa her. Det er ikke min skyld 😀 Får jo panikk hvis jeg glemmer mobilen. Tenk på alt jeg går glipp av da 🙂 

Ønsker deg den riktig god natt….

Husk..

For noen er du en rose. Selv om ett kronblad eller to kanskje har falt av <3 

Klem fra meg <3 

Skrev en tilleggstanke her