This poem is the first poem my friends and I discuss on our first meeting in Literature I. Frankly I was overwhelmed when our lecturer revealed what this poem really means. Thus I share the poem here so that you guys can see it too. One thing, you may have different interpretations about it and it's definitely okay. I praise diversity.
The Rose
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 learn to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taking
who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
that never learn to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
Then 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.
Anon.
