Three short lines, and a whole history of love is packed into them. The speaker looks back at the people he has loved and sorts them into three groups: those he gave too much to, those he didn't give enough to, and those he got exactly right. The title, "Love Being Haiku," plays on the form itself. It reads as a haiku about love, but it also sounds like a small joke, as if love, like the poem, rarely fits neatly into the space it's given.
The tone is calm, a little wry, and quietly honest. Nothing here is dramatic. The speaker doesn't blame anyone or dwell on regret, and he doesn't brag about the "just right" loves either. The repetition of "Some he loved" gives the lines a steady, almost nursery-rhyme rhythm, and the last line lands with a gentle sense of relief. The poem suggests that love is mostly a matter of balance, and that getting it right is the exception.