True Platonic love — Does not reside in the wind or glass chimes it inhabits on a sunny day It plays in the high harmony; on breezes, thin glass and breaking sound To a first time crush it sings of mystery, leaping as up as legs carry stops heart and catches breath lingers in close carnal thoughts trying to calm the chaos within It never betrays or lets go, even even night's shattered stillness bows to the stars on strings with amor for the music of the spheres