"Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed ...
Some say love it is a razer
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 only a small seed...
lies the seed ,
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose..." _ Bette
that with the sun's love
ReplyDeletein the spring
becomes the rose...
nice..
good job
thank u random dude.. love ur comments... :)
ReplyDeletealways a pleasure..
ReplyDeletekeep flying high (both physically and metaphorically) :)
:)
ReplyDeletelovely.
ReplyDeletethank you Natasa!!
DeleteLovely and uplifting words, Arushi! Like a seed love needs to be nurtured to grow but can ultimately turn into something beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYes gabriella we all do hope so!!
Deletei like the metaphor of love as a seed, with the right care it will grow...but even after it is matured it still needs that kind of love to keep it alive....smiles.
ReplyDeleteAh, I have always liked the way Bette Midler sings this song. Nice.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Truly, Arushi, you should only share original work I know this song! You can get in trouble for passing off others' writing as your own - especially when it is undoubtedly copyrighted material. I'd remove this post, if I were you. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
DeleteDear mary... I hadnt heard the song... I read it somewhere and labelled it as quoted hence... I dont claim it as mine...I dint really know this was a song...
Deleteanother beautiful poem Arushi...
ReplyDeleteAs mary pointed out sumana... I did not write it hence... I just dint know it was a song.... innocent mistake ....
DeleteArushi, this was the song The Rose from Bette. thanks for sharing its lyrics with us. very beautiful and haunting song. love it. thank you.
ReplyDeleteI don't see the quotes nor the documentation to back up your borrowing here. Please fix that now.
ReplyDeleteWe sing this song in gatherings, Arushi.
Please return on Wednesday with a poem of your own, dear poet.
DeleteI will susan...
DeleteI am de-linking your poem, Arushi. You just can't plagiarize and claim other people's words as your own.
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