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The Rose

For the One
that cried alone
behind the closed doors,
and made Himself an island
onto himself.....

It's okay...You don't
have to hurt anymore....



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 a 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 to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter,
far beneath the winter snows,
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

River, you will always be my "rose".

Rest well, and don't let the bed bugs bite....


shhhhh------I hear you.....

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