Rose

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 learn to live.

And 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.

The right person, right feel, yet wrong timing again. Somethings are not meant to be. Some people are not meant to stay. When it is the right one, it will be there. 

I am still happy we went out together for a short session. 

:)