Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves the soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
and you´re its only seed
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
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
LFG comix, strip 82