X-Google-Language: ENGLISH,ASCII-7-bit X-Google-Thread: f996b,2f39f8b9803e4576 X-Google-Attributes: gidf996b,public From: Andrew Sadler Subject: Re: Rose search Date: 1996/10/04 Message-ID: <532uet$cba@penguin.doc.ic.ac.uk>#1/1 X-Deja-AN: 187505315 references: <32501F5F.59E@uni-lj.si> <3251297E.68C4@wb.utwente.NL> content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii organization: Dept. of Computing, Imperial College, University of London, UK. x-url: news:3251297E.68C4@wb.utwente.NL mime-version: 1.0 newsgroups: alt.ascii-art x-mailer: Mozilla 1.1N (X11; I; SunOS 4.1.3_U1 sun4m) A nice poem I found... ----------------------- . . ... :``..': Some say love it is the 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, its 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..... Words by Amanda McBroom ----------------------------------- OK, hope that helps.