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 Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes a chance Its the one that won't be taking, that cannot seem to give It's the one 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 snow Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose. #bettemidler #therose #happybirthday