It may be in the DT, but this is the way I remember it:

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.

(Here's where I may make a few mistakes:)

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never takes a chance,
and the dream afraid of waking
that never learns to dance.
its the one who won't be taken
who never learns to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.

Pax, Ceit If 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.