Kuih Kapit Request Letter #7

I am quite literally speechless. This one almost made me cry and Shannon had to come over and pat me on the back and then she read it and whispered in my ear "did you bang him?". Denise, this is amazing.

Dear Gina, I wrote this just for you...isn't it perfect for those
winter blues? PS did you bang the Argentinian? He was hot.

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 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.

xo denise