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The poem describes love as a delicate flower that requires nurturing to blossom. It suggests love is like a seed that lies dormant under harsh winter snow but will grow into a rose with the sun's warmth. Three things prevent the "soul" from experiencing love: being afraid of breaking, waking from dreams, and learning to live - implying one must be vulnerable to find love.
The poem describes love as a delicate flower that requires nurturing to blossom. It suggests love is like a seed that lies dormant under harsh winter snow but will grow into a rose with the sun's warmth. Three things prevent the "soul" from experiencing love: being afraid of breaking, waking from dreams, and learning to live - implying one must be vulnerable to find love.
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The poem describes love as a delicate flower that requires nurturing to blossom. It suggests love is like a seed that lies dormant under harsh winter snow but will grow into a rose with the sun's warmth. Three things prevent the "soul" from experiencing love: being afraid of breaking, waking from dreams, and learning to live - implying one must be vulnerable to find love.
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Some say Love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say Love, it is a razor That leaves your sold 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, afriad of breaking That never leans to dance
It’s the dream, afriad of waking
That never takes a chance And the soul, affriad of dyin That never learns to live It’s the one who won’t be taken Who cannot seem to give When the nicht 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 snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes The Rose PPS Creation: Karin Rass - Peters