[Photography Tuesday] 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.

It´s the heart afraid of breaking

that never learns to dance.

It´s the dream afraid of waking

that never takes the chance.

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.

(Bette Midler - The Rose)