True Love
For Charles Randall Stanfield
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“I can never feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its Beauty.” ~ John Keats
True love is the appreciation of
True beauty like a perfect idea,
Ideals transparent as jewels above
A crown of crystal worn by Sophia
In realms of pale mosaics in a dome,
Or resonances of purity
Like higher mathematics; thus the gnome
Called Plato says. He wanted surety.
More human looms the notion of Descartes
Who says that love is of the soul when joined
In willingness of feeling with a part
Inside us that is built of splendour groined.
Ortega y Gasset in his book On
Love says — Or, yes, when weight and flux meet dawn.