The art of loving

To love is to open the cage 
and let the bird fly away.
Without promising or doubting.
And no guardrail 
like a confident tightrope walker 
on the angel's wing.
And above all to be polite 
with melancholy.
Listen to it in silence 
and ease its suffering.
At midnight sharp 
send it home, calmed down.
Not to make a date with.
To be sure it will come back.
And this time, perhaps,
bringing a taste of happiness...
The art of loving 
is a delicate protocol to follow.