The Rose
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Category : Poems
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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 in the winter, it becomes...
The rose.
