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 affraid of breaking that never learns
to dance,
It's the dream affraid of waking that never thakes
the chance,
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot
seem to give,
And the soul affraid 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.

Please remember me as loving You.

John Powell, S. J. u knjizi: Abortion: The Silent Holocaust.