Real Love Discerns Is love an Art, like brush and paint? How do we start to shape restraint? When we compose, we pick our stuff. We texture rose as smooth not rough. We have some fun with points of view, but sun’s yellow and not deep blue. A curve works well for figure-eights, yet does not dwell in squares or straights. Real love discerns both cruel and kind. By choice Man earns the heart through mind. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, August 20, 2003; 7:30 A.M.) Poem No. 375 from my free poem web site poems-by-papyrous
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