Love is a beautiful thing
It must not be about rings…
It is awesome to know
It fills a ring cycled hole
Yes, true love may sometimes bleed
Without love, it never heals…
Love is beyond love itself
Indeed you can love yourself
Not alone outside your fence
When nothing hides the pretense
And it becomes so obvious
You need a heart to mate yours…
Love wind can uproot a tree
And be calm as summer sea
Uplifting both seeds and roots
At the same time, dragging foot
Into open combustions
Maybe not for destructions.
Love is a confused mixer
It holds both ends together
Baking both sweet and sour
In dry tears and blood shower
Between two people who patch
An already collapsed house.
Love is the plant we water
And some times it may wither
When we fail to understand
That its growth is in our hands
It would not bloom on its own
Well, bliss is made in love home.
Vinzpoetry 
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Dalu
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Very nice poem👌
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Thank you dark Sandy
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The art reminds me of the Pygmalion myth, although in this case, each is shaping the other.
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Please enlighten me, what is Pygmalion myth about and whose ethnicity does it originate from.
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Greek I believe, but then when you go far enough back everything crosses across the world even then. Cinderella started in China.
Regardless, Pygmalion was a sculptor, and as he chiseled away at the ivory, he fell more and more in love with his creation and secretly wished that he would find a woman as perfect as her.
In the end he gets what his heart desires, not in the least part because he remains steadfast before and after.
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Wow! Can a modern day man actually get 100% of the lady he draws in his head?
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It seems unlikely since it took a god for it to happen once.
I suspect if I was in the sculptor’s shoes my creation would turn on my like Frankenstein’s monster.
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Hehehehe
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You can really interpret the above in many different ways. They could be shaping each other the way a couple grows, or they could be freeing each other finding what was already there imprisoned in the rock (i have heard sculptors talk that way, that the marble, wood, whatever, has its shape already they just free it.) or they could be making the other into the person they desire (but that’s a darker interpretation and I prefer the others)
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Yeah, I appreciate your lectures today, I indeed learnt something new.
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You are a deep thinker
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I like the shaping and freeing part. That is how love should be.
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But we make love a one-sided art and fail to contribute and shape it to just want our fantasy craves.
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True!
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Thank you for following Storyteller
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Welcome
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