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 a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin',
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.
Mulder is afraid to love. He has been hurt so often, been disappointed too much. He craves love, desperately needs it but isnít willing to take the chance, fearing disappointment. Love is but a dream for him, something he can only hope for. He has been alone for so long, not allowing anyone in, not willing to allow himself to be hurt again. He feels that he doesnít deserve love, it is for dreamers. But what he doesnít realize, that within the darkness of his life is what he always wanted. Love and acceptance is right there, in Scully.