The Rose 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, it's only seed     It'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 live When the night Has been to lonely And the road has been to long And you think That love is only For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath The bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun's love In the spring becomes a rose       This page is dedicated to Rev. James R. Rose May 2, 1918 - Dec 10, 1987 Who served God first, our family second and his country, with love and honor. He was a man that had learned to live and was not afraid to die, when cancer took his life.  He knew how to love, with firm commitment and dedication. I wish you could have known him...                   He served his country in the U.S. Army for over 20 years, retiring with the rank of Major.