Vonandi sérðu þetta ástin mín. Þetta ljóð er tileinkað þér. Þetta ljóð lýsir sambandi okkar mjög vel 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 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...