Never tell your lover she is stupid.
But don’t tell her she is smart.
Let her figure it out.
Don’t brag. Then she’ll nag.
Make your mind a vast, neutral, space she can fill with her heart.
If you want her to care,
When you go here, or there,
Don’t tell her where.
Let her decide who you are
By your calm, understated, demeanor. Let news come from afar
That you might tell her something soon
About a certain feeling you had, earlier, under the misty moon.
Always meet her at fifteen minutes to six, never at six on the dot.
Don’t allow her to love what you are—
She never will. Let her try and love what you could be tomorrow, but are not.
She is kind. She may fall in love with someone weaker than you,
Someone incapable of sex.
In this case, there is nothing you can do.
Love, when it turns kind, will always perplex.
Ah romance. This is the worst part;
When a loving mind is killed by a more loving heart.