Men, Who Love, Perfect And Not Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Men who love perfectly “and not, ”
Reflect love, in what, “they think they’ve got! ”
No one-sided fondness does “philia denote…, ”
But friendships, with benevolence, doth gloat!

I Erose (love) you “for-the-way” you make me feel.
Is it not my projection, in affection, “my image ideal-? ”
Ideal love, cognitive, as if flowing of its own accord,
With no exertion- (or wishing) , reflectively adored!

If only it’s Platonic, then doomed to abstract of flair,
Troubadours might futilely sing-, desires lost, mid-air.
Unconditional is agape; pivotally it cements “the above.”
1st. there’s value of self; then neighbours know one’s love.

To what degree I love me-, to that degree I can love “freely.”
Else how can one “give” what they never received, in reality?
Perfect-love casts out fear; love can be void of bonding path.
Impartiality “loves- for Wisdom’s zest, ” and thus avoid wrath!

Hence, you can tell a great man by his compassionate deeds...
Thus from the lowliest of men, they are courteous and will feed.
Don’t tell me what you have is who you are; love’s so deep...
More of me than meets the eye; agape is what I have “and seek.”