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.
Its 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 to long,
And your 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.
The Assembly of Spirit Inspirations
from 4pm UK (BST)
Messages from Heaven
from 3pm - 6pm
Illuminate Festival Frederick, MD
Sunday, October 22
Saturday, November 11
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
~Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941~
I radiate warmth and love to everyone I meet today.
~Louise L. Hay~