那么，爱呢？ - 书评

Mr.Dar

　　  The 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 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 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.