Winter's spirit calls the spring

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, it's only seed

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
Just remember, in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed,that with the sun's love
in spring becomes the rose