In a possible world, not too far from here, my counterpart thinks your counterpart should be calling her “dear”
-modal realistReport

Roses are red, or at least so they seem
But what if the quale’s the same in a dream?
Disjunctive or secondary, neither sounds right
Let physicalism lead us through the night.

Kant in Love

O noumenon, phenomenal
The heavens in your eyes I see
My love is more than nominal
I’d miss my daily walk, and tea.
But what is this, the moral law?
It bids us passion to restrain.
Ha! Empty thought that nevermore
Blind intuition wild can tame.Report

My two best efforts, after spending far too much time thinking about this:

My thought does not proceed
In a manner utilitariany
I’d save you from the water
Without one thought too many.

Hume was right,
Wollaston was wrong
You should not let your
Neighbour’s wife near your dongReport

Between Being and Love
is Building.
But Dasein is Love.
I am dwelling on that…

From my trilogy Bauen Wohnen Denken
as if i could care less for HeideggerReport

Don’t think, just look!
Get an Ubersicht from above:
And you will see that you and I
Are playing the language-game of love.
— WittgensteinReport

I’m not one to hoard love, but alas I can’t share
until clearly and distinctly I know that you’re there.
-DescartesReport

“Though my love for you is not based on argument or an inferential basis,
My love for you is still warranted, for it is properly basic.”
-Alvin PlantingaReport

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Mary can’t know them
But love sees for twoReport

Roses are red
Violets are grue
I love you today
I only hope for t2Report

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
But S5 is true
So, let’s get it on, me and youReport

Roses are red
And their redness canonic
I’m longing to take you
To realms less platonic

(others at https://meteuphoric.wordpress.com/2017/02/14/philosophical-love-poetry/)Report

Two Epicurean Valentines

Epicureanism by Its Enemies (Plutarch to Colotes)

Lord of pleasure, be our master,
and lead us to your excess faster.
When soul from fleeting tract of flesh,
Fate deigns with outstretched hand to thresh,
Then will it too your Garden till,
That fiendish grist may feed your mill,
And make for us the bread of death,
Whose leavening is atoms’ breath.
On this each night our kin shall dine,
The glutton-brood, our master’s swine.

Epicureanism by Its Friends (Epicurus to Leontion)

From the atoms and void,
may this swerve of affection,
to you be alloyed,
in a moment’s reflection.
The gods have been banished,
Leaving dear friends to treasure,
Soon enough we’ll have vanished,
But for now we have pleasure.Report

“kant says beauty is a disinterested view.
So let me say baby, im not interested in you”Report

I love some simples arranged you-wise.Report

Roses are red
Lilies are pallid
Your love for me is not
Statistically validReport

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
But first let me count half of the ways.
But before that let me count one-quarter of the ways.
But before that let me count one-eighth of the ways.
But. . . .

Zeno of I Love YouReport

That was good for you, how was it for me?

– BehavioristReport

These are genius.

This is one of very, very few times when I have wished my love interest were a philosopher.Report

If roses are red and violets are blue,
then if roses are not red I love you too
(unless LP is true)Report

Skinnerian* Valentine’s Poetry:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I have an increased tendency to aid, favor, be with, and caress and a lowered tendency to injure…
You

*_Science and Human Behavior_ (1953) p.162Report

Dopamine is red,
serotonin is blue.
The qualia of love
is neurochemical.Report