|Reviewed by Richard King
|This is so insightful, Jerry So true and so well said. Dick|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Love in a nutshell!!! Classic ending, Jerry....beautifully phrased, "its like certain flowers which die only to bloom into a different bud...."
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|excellently written my friend
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|maybe love has this narrow opportunity for Truth. Or maybe true love just stands on it own.|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Many frogs to come and go
before the lily pad blooms
in our hearts and true love
is exposed...Lady Vivian
*Jerry* May the buds delight
your senses in full bloom!!!
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki
|This is so well spoken and hits the nail right on the head..By the way, I could hear you singing while reading about My Ole Mule...lol
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|So beautifully put!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Man you are wise! I think that is why we men are reluctant to say that three magic words, “I love you.” If we say it the way a woman wants, we know we are lying. Thanks for the memories.
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Well put. For me, again stated often, love transcends the object, yet objects supply needed reference points. For such thinking, the bud you refer to here is infinite in its metaphoric implication and value.|
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Love is viewed differently by all, some have never experienced it. Many long for it not knowing what it should be or how they should feel. Those who do not understand love in any form, never received it as a child and suffer the longing to know. So they stumble, try and fail many times. Only until, through our own life experiences and observation can we learn eventually the meaning of love.
I agree with Ed Matlack, love heals all wounds.
Very good Jerry
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|...an apt metaphor rendered more apt by being ensconced in this fine poem!|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|As I said to George today, & I think it is as well a good statement for this, "Love heals all wounds..." e
|Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)
|Hardly no one does even know the meaning of the word love. What we call love is mostly selfish and focused on self satisfaction.
Your poem reflects this in a very good way, a flower that dies to bloom into a different bud.
Thanks Jerry, a very good write