Myriam Montemayor

Como La Flor

Myriam Montemayor


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 it's 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 snow 
lies the seed that with the sun's love, 
in the spring, becomes the rose 

Becomes the rose