Love Is Not Whole And Dies As One
Love is not whole and dies as one.
Its many bodies divergent motions need
And each an appetite to serve, in turn
Thus sides and wiles to keep it live
However fanciful, are not to be despised.
Love is like this, it will be loyal
Serve you to the death, if kept in
Order and its substances full fed and fat.
It will not brook a diet alien to its needs
Nor high ideals substitutes for grist
Its millstones sigh for to enlarge it.
To draw true love, keep well ahead
And wave your wares to the general air
Yet speak to private ear in monotone.
Anticipate its needs, what it must have
Yet will not ask for, and half ashamed to take
And with your words and miens o’er hung
And drawn, full canopy your love, passion
Must your password to all quarters be.