Love...

"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...

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..." _ Bette

Rabindranath Tagore

" While God waits for his temple to be made of love... men bring stones..."