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

 

Who Cares?

 

Only the confidence of feeling

 

proves the constant branch

 

on which the

 

birds of our hearts

 

must finally

 

rest

 

Only the steel of love can dull a point of reasoning

 

and leave the knife

 

flat

 

like a small

 

little

 

puddle

 

​

 

 

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