Poetry

(after Dorothy Parker)
 
How much I longed for her to be different
but still through the ages it stayed true
that no girl was heaven sent
and to the ways of love there was nothing new,
 
while a boy and girl each other met it was the same
and like all others they did kiss and kiss,
while being for a time in bliss, believing no other was like this
and who is to blame when suddenly the parting came?
 
Helen smiled in sheer loveliness,
while the man that swept her away was somewhat reckless
and one true darling I do implore,
but probably will wait forevermore.
 
[Reference:  “Incurable” by Dorothy Parker.]