those roses are in my backyard garden,
i took them with my new s3 as test shot in supermacro mode
Some say love is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love is a flower,
and you are the only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a 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.






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