Dear...

Dear, you must learn---
To not so much at heart burn,
To not so ache, and cry not so
To love and live, and then forego.

Dear, you must see---
That this world, and you and me,
are but hearts, that cease to beat
That all will end, all bitter and sweet.

Dear, you must understand---
That the sky, and the land,
breathe in changing airs, stay in constant unrest
To keep what is theirs, yet as they try their best
-- To save what they have from waning and dying
Hence lessens not their pain, nor their trying--
To let change not change, to let things as they be
And then comes the knowing, so quick after the reverie--
That what they love is their own, and will stay.
Then left alone, they weep in utter, profound dismay.

Dear, do not look at me so--
Dear, my dear, don't you know?
That what I say, I myself do not keep to...
Dear, I Love and lose, like you, I weep too.