� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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The RoseIt should come as no surprise this song appeals to the hopeful, eternal romantic in me. The song itself is romance. It describes perfectly, at least to me, the greatness, the fear, the pain, the hope and the promise that comes with new love. What adds to this also is our culture's symbolism for love: the rose. One perfect red rose in full bloom with a long green stem and satiny leaves, sharp thorns at intervals marching down the stem ever reminding us beauty and love isn't always perfect or painless. As I play this song darkness is a backdrop for the images and emotions that fill my mind and heart as each verse is sung.
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleedSome say love it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you its only seedIt's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the 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 liveWhen 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...Bette Midler
First, a meandering river engorged with fresh rain water after a storm. It swells over its banks where tender reeds try to grow and become strong. Second, I see a razor slashing a red line over a white wrist, letting the crimson life force within flow freely from a cut vein and down to the floor.
Next, it is a sensation, hunger. A longing ache to be wanted, needed. Maybe even held in a tender embrace. Then it is a young flower, unlike any other with one seed. A soulmate for a soulmate.
Now, it is an emotion, fear. Fear of heartbreak. Fear of waking from a wonderful, tender dream to find this love was really only a dream after all. In the cruel light of reality no sweet, fantastic lover lies by your side, holding you protectively close as you wake. Only cold empty space fills the bed next to you. It's the heart or soul afraid to hope and lives a life half-lived because of it.
Lastly comes a bundle of feelings all too familiar to me. When the night has been too lonely/ And the road has been too long... Loneliness and weariness. *soft smile* And you think that love is only/ For the lucky and the strong... Longing and wanting to be cherished. To be part of a couple, happy in love. Then the final image, a tiny seed nestled safe in the cold, dark ground under the snow, awaiting the sun's love and golden warmth come spring. As its time draws near and the Earth warms the seedling puts forth roots below while shooting towards the blue sky and sun up above. It grows and soon shows a delicate bud, which eventually blooms into a beautiful full rose. Symbolizing the delicate growth, blossoming and fullness of a new love. And hoping that it lasts forever.
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