The philosophy of my love
Cannot be used when I love.
It is the manner of all lovers
To leave behind philosophy,
To forget all learning, and when
They are most angry, kiss.
Still, I thought to use my philosophy
To gain advantage where no one knows.
She, however, knowing my thoughts,
And knowing my thoughts were mine,
Withheld, at the last moment, her soul;
Her anger lost the edge of its love.
I continue though, with my philosophy,
Though I lost her, whom I hold most dear.
It is a strong philosophy. You can read about it here.