I never stoop'd so low, as they <br />Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey, <br />Seldom to them, which soar no higher <br />Than virtue or the mind to admire, <br />For sense, and understanding may <br />Know, what gives fuel to their fire: <br />My love, though silly, is more brave, <br />For may I miss, when ere I crave, <br />If I know yet, what I would have. <br /> <br />If that be simply perfectest <br />Which can by no way be exprest <br />But Negatives, my love is so. <br />To All, which all love, I say no. <br />If any who deciphers best, <br />What we know not, our selves, can know, <br />Let him teach me that nothing; This <br />As yet my ease, and comfort is, <br />Though I speed not, I cannot miss.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/negative-love-2/
