Post by Lykaios on Apr 9, 2005 18:37:55 GMT 1
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I stumbled upon this site quite randomly and heard a familiar song which I hadn't heard for years... 'The Rose'... playing in the background, and I began to listen to the song and browse through the site
Amazing site so I thought I'd share with you... you have to read the poem 'God's garden'
Extract from the web author's site...
'The Rose' ~by Bette Milder
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.
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 to 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.
I stumbled upon this site quite randomly and heard a familiar song which I hadn't heard for years... 'The Rose'... playing in the background, and I began to listen to the song and browse through the site
Amazing site so I thought I'd share with you... you have to read the poem 'God's garden'
Extract from the web author's site...
When I began creating this site a few years ago I spent many hours in it's creation, and much of the time being completely frustrated. But it has been an experience that I will never forget. I wanted to build a web page that would express my love for my family and share with others some of the subjects that are important to me and dear to my heart. I had searched....
'The Rose' ~by Bette Milder
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.
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 to 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.