..”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 dying
..that never learns to live..
..when 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 snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes the rose..”
6 kommentarer:
Ja :) Sånn er det berre
Den där nya "headingen" är bara så full av sommar och ungdom att jag ryser i hela kroppen! Fin kjol, fint ljus, fint, bara fint! Och så den där kärleken då ;0)
Hver gang jeg hører denne på radioen, løper jeg og skrur den av! Hvorfor? Fordi den treffer meg midt i hjertet og tårene renner. Det ble ikke bedre av at mamma en gang fortalte meg at hun ville ha denne spilt i kirka under sin egen begravelse. Hulk.
Men jeg vet - den er bare nydelig!
Klem fra Marit
Vakkert og håpefullt...!
Vakkert..både i ord og bilder her hos deg!
Kjempetøffe puter under her også:)
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Hei søte deg!
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