Love is the mind’s doing – and not the eyes' -
and so they say,
the mind tricks, illuminating a pony
to a celestial creature
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To see love in such things is to see through its many disguises. GW62
'Love' doesnt make sense yet it is phenomenal, , , ? ? Cant wait to really feel it!
Love is tasting caramel in a bowl of gourds ------ hummmm- when it is too sweet, the heart gets melodramatic
When it comes to Love, even though its the most wonderful feeling on earth, the heart remembers the pain, whilst the mind tries so hard to forget, when we fall from loves grasp. A great poem.. all the best Jon
love is just love itself