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. 🌹
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 .
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The Riddle of Love. Nice Write.
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. 🌹
I'm reluctant to say, by my gut says
Projection. I have narrow points of view
Sometimes, though
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.
Until someone's paint gets old
That line you should use!
You see it in the title... 😎
So you do
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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