They say about love that it is sweet
like a sweet and tender word
They say about love that it is hard
and that it kills happiness so many times
They call it longing and desire
They call it a savior in distress
I say that love is like a flower
on which the sun spreads her rays
She's the heart, so scared and breakable
so instable and so fragile
She's the dream afraid of waking
because then, she hears the truth
She waits for the one who wants to pick her
for the one who steals her tears
So scared of dying early
before she ever really lived
And if the night is so cold and lonely
and it lasts too long to wait
Imagine then that luck is only
for those who want it strong
Consider then that bitter winters
and thick layers of snow
never could prevent
the rose to survive them