A Small Little Puddle
I see it one way
You see it another
While no one can agree with both
Lovers enjoy the argument
Does my point of view
blind you to your humor?
I usually judge things differently
Only the confidence of feeling proves the constant branch
on which this
Only the steel of love can dull a point of reasoning
and leave the knife
like a small
There is no concern over a small well when the whole countryside is flooded with water on every side.
When the mind ceases in loves feeling paradox,
then the knives of angular reasoning melt into small puddles