The Rose ( Art or Bust) Bette Midler

On Request 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 dyin that never learns to live. When the night