The Rose

Last night on the phone a special friend dedicated this song to me. I sat back and thought - he couldn't have chosen a better song for me and I just want to say thank you.
This is a promise to him that I will learn to live again. To trust that love can be a special and gentle thing that does not hurt.
I often write blogs - they are written to me just as much as they are there for others to read.
I am making a decision today to let down my defenses and to start letting the world care about me again, it is a wonderful world -
I just need to learn how to smile again...
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 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 sould 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 winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
Bette Midler.
27/02/07