(previous Blogger post, October 17, 2006, Tuesday)

The Rose
(performed by Bette Midler)

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 dying 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


Let’s all not be afraid to love. Let not time, distance, circumstance, and uncertainty stop us. Tennyson was so right, “‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” Love is the greatest folly of all.