And if my heart be scarred and burned,  
The safer, I, for all I learned;  
The calmer, I, to see it true  
That ways of love are never new—  
The love that sets you daft and dazed  
Is every love that ever blazed;  
The happier, I, to fathom this:  
A kiss is every other kiss.  
The reckless vow, the lovely name,  
When Helen walked, were spoke the same;  
The weighted breast, the grinding woe,  
When Phaon fled, were ever so.  
Oh, it is sure as it is sad  
That any lad is every lad,  
And what’s a girl, to dare implore  
Her dear be hers forevermore?  
Though he be tried and he be bold,  
And swearing death should he be cold,  
He’ll run the path the others went.… 
But you, my sweet, are different.
 

Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967) was an American poet and writer of fiction, plays, and screenplays known for her caustic wisecracks.

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