Happy Valentines Day

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 snows

lies the seed that with the sun's love

in the spring becomes the rose.

Thank you Bette Mindler

Happy Valentines Day to the special "roses" who have followed my blogs: some new friends, some who once followed but have now disappeared; and some as steadfast and pleasing as fine wine...

A., Alison, Angela, Angelika, Angelique, Briget, Brittany, Candy, Caroline, Catherine, Chica, Claire, Danielle, Debbie, Emily, Empress Bee, Ettarose, Janet, Kelly, Lidian, Linda, Petra, Petro, Sage, Sheila, Stine, Toni. And any other lady who has ever read my stuff. Thank you.

And, most of all, to my Princess.