Tao of Love

To love is not to love too much to love
is not to reach for more than what you hold
is not to dream the thing you’re dreaming of
is not to tell the tale or leave untold
the tale, is not to miss or be unmissed,
to be as darkling as the raucous sun,
as deft a kisser as the long unkissed,
is not to do the thing or leave undone
the thing that love engenders in the bower,
that death wish sealed within the winter frost
measures crusty lifetimes by the hour
yet lingers not for lonely lifetimes lost,
and wisest of them all will know that love
is more than love when it is less than love.