Song for Lovers

LIGHTNESS in love leaves bleeding shards of mind,
Frail fragments on the wind.
Give your whole heart, despise the measured share,
And passionately care.
Love is concrescent, welding parts to one:
Accept the burden of the deed begun.

Give nothing till you can conceive the cost
Measured against the need,
Nor think if yours to thrust into the frost
Your little store of seed.
Wait for the miracle, the season’s call,
Then, even unto death, give all.