Just a glance from the corner, the wink of an eye
an innocent brush as you try to squeeze by,
The smell of your hair and the sound of your sigh,
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Truths is but mere versions of the same thing. Universal or not, the words are but the largest rosebud in the garden. It just the power she has that makes me want it yet again. Thank you for the great poem.
A-ha, I have found it. Very much like my poem, it's true; they are both saying the same thing; yours has provided many examples to make the point. (great minds do think alike sometimes, eh? All truth must be universal to be really true, I suppose) .
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Skilfully conceived. Rich in imagery. I liked it. A fine 10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.
The eureka moment you've waiting for eh? But of course truths are mere versions of the same thing is all I have to say. This is a great rosebud, in a huge garden. I hope you don't mind if I pluck it for my own personal reading. Thank you for the great poem.