Bette Midler

 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 a chance
 It's the one who won't be taken,
 Who cannot seem to give
 And the soul, afraid of dyin',
 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