Never love with all your heart,
It only ends in aching;
And bit by bit to the smallest
That organ will be breaking.
Never love with all your mind,
It only ends in fretting;
In musing on sweet joys behind,too poignant for forgetting.
Never love with all your soul,for such there is no ending;though a mind that frets may find control,and a shattered heart find mending.
Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed,
Confine some undercover,
And when love goes, bid him God-speed,and find another lover.
Countee Cullen spins the other side of love with this poignant rhyming poem.
