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