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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

A Garden 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 for 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.


 
The Rose
Bette Midler

11 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

beautifully perfect bloom.

Bonnie said...

A favorite song and a beautiful rose. I hope you are having a great week. Bonnie

Jill said...

That song always makes me cry but your beautiful rose made me smile.

Thoughts for the day said...

I LOVE that song... thank you.

Bianca said...

One of my favorite songs.... Want it on my funeral. (been very pre-ocupied by that recently)
Beautiful rose too.

eileeninmd said...

Lynne, what a pretty post. The rose and song are both lovely. Wishing you a happy day!

MarmePurl said...

an all time favorite song (and lesson).

Nancy @ A Rural Journal said...

I love that song! Perfect for your lovely rose Lynne.

babs said...

Beautiful!

Heather said...

Gorgeous! Cheers~

missy said...

Beautiful rose..sad song