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Jac Tales

The Riddle of Love. Nice Write.

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dear B.S

My interpretation: two humans the pure love is looking at the other but they don't see the badness because their own reflection is reflected back, thus love even between a couple or of a woman at a bar in trouble, or man at a bar in trouble, someone who wants to stab you on the street, someone who wants to befriend you before they rob you, or your home, and so on. I was inspired by the answers on my poem of love's Worth, because it was through the eyes of someone who divorced their husband because he was violent. People change, for me love is that subject one of my favourite, with so many angles it's infinite. Thank you for coming by, and yes this is a very deep one. 🌹

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Rory McGinlay

I'm reluctant to say, by my gut says 
Projection. I have narrow points of view 
Sometimes, though 

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Shirley Harrison

Sometimes people pretend to be angel's yet really they are ugly inside evil, then there are those looking at them that cannot see the evil because they are angels. The reflection of good is reflected back onto the good until someone's paint gets old . 

🌹 Thank you dear Rory. 

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Rory McGinlay

Until someone's paint gets old

That line you should use!

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Shirley Harrison

I'm doing it in a different poem, here it is just written 

I see roses and balloons 
And hearts and lagoons 
I see treasure to own 
And a life to sew 
With you 
Until your paint gets old.

To be continued.... Thank you for the challenge Rory 🌹 

 

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