Platonic love

…from the quills of dead white poets

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667)

Platonic Love

Indeed I must confess,

When souls mix, ’tis an happiness;

But not complete till bodies too combine,

And closely as our minds join;

But half of Heaven the souls in glory taste,

Till by Love in Heaven at last

Their bodies too are plac’d.


In thy immortal part

Man, as well as I, thou art.

But something ’tis that differs thee and me;

And we must one even in that difference be.

I thee, both as a man, and a woman prize;

For a perfect Love implies

Love in all capacities.

Can that for a true love pass

When a fair woman courts her glass?

Something unlike must in Love’s likeness be.

His wonder is, one, and variety.

For he, whose soul nought but a soul can move,

Does a new Narcissus prove,

And his own image love.

That souls do beauty know,

‘Tis to the bodies help they owe;

If when they know ‘t, they straight abuse that trust,

And shut the body from ‘t, ’tis as unjust,

As if brought my dearest friend to see

My mistress, and at th’ instant he

Should steal her quite from me.

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7 Responses to Platonic love

  1. Don Juan says:

    The older I get, more platonic I am.

  2. Young & naive says:

    Are you sure that’s a good idea?

  3. Jerry's says:

    Getting so old I can’t enjoy even platonic love…

  4. Custer Macho says:

    Count me out, please!

  5. Jerry O says:

    Fine, but not for me just yet.

  6. Sun Stories says:

    Just like thousands of others, my partner and I ended with platonic love. Viagra is just a fond memory.

  7. Custom Christine says:

    The safest kind!

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