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   
Beneath the bitter snow   
Lies the seed that with the sun's love   
In the spring becomes the rose   
 

as sung by Bette Midler