Es ist ein Ros entsprungen..
Geschrieben von Reiner am 24. Dezember 2000 23:56:58:
love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed.
Some say, love, it is a razor, that leeds your soul to bleed.
Some say, love, it is a hunger, an endless sake he need.
I say, love, it is a flower, and you itīs all the seed.
Itīs the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
Itīs the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
Itīs the one, who won't be taken, who can not seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying, that never lerns to live.
And the night has been to lonely, and the road has been to long.
That you think, that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember, in the winter far beneath a bit of snow.
Lies the seed, that with the sunīs love in the spring becomes a rose.