Let me tell you about love:
Love is the the smallest flea
waiting to leap from the head of a pin
nothing more than this, nor
less. If you believe love is larger,
perhaps you do not understand
how large a flea is? if you believe love
is smaller, perhaps you understand
less. One day, it will leap.
You will not see or hear or know
where it has gone, when it left,
if it will come back, but still
you feel its bite. If you think love
is more than the feel of its bite
that it has heft, then tell me
how much it weighs. On your mind
love weighs less than the flea,
in your mind, it weighs more
than all the world. How to deal with this
truth? Be more like the flea,
I suppose, waiting.