One of the more obvious differences between HSP and non-HSP thinking: Are there as many different kinds of even each category of love--romantic love, family love--as there are loved ones? Or is it more accurate to say that "love is love"?
If love were always the same thing
there'd be no genre called romance:
we'd find some other thought to sing,
waste on love stories no more glance
since either couples wed for life
or else they don't, and that is that.
The husband reconciled to wife
would be the same tale, drab and flat,
as the teenagers' first prom date,
the problems couples must smooth out,
the choice to wed at once or wait,
the shy youth's victory over self-doubt...
It all boils down to love, some say,
as everyone has, basically,
a human-type face, all one way
the same parts fit in symmetry,
while even twins, as others see,
each have a slightly different face.
It's quibbling, yet we'll never agree;
we see it from a different place.
Aha, your poem is witty and clever and also wise and true. The last line is a perfect summing up. (I had to look up HSP. I think in this instance what you say must surely hold true for all of us, HSP or not.)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind words! I think HSPs are more likely to notice more of the differences...don't know whether that means non-HSPs *never* notice them.
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I think there's all kinds of love...and the world is better for it!!!
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Oh yes! You described it beautifully and in perfect poetic form! Romance as genre / clever.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the encouraging words!
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