If I were mild, and I were sweet, <br />And laid my heart before your feet, <br />And took my dearest thoughts to you, <br />And hailed your easy lies as true; <br />Were I to murmur "Yes," and then <br />"How true, my dear," and "Yes," again, <br />And wear my eyes discreetly down, <br />And tremble whitely at your frown, <br />And keep my words unquestioning <br />My love, you'd run like anything! <br /> <br />Should I be frail, and I be mad, <br />And share my heart with every lad, <br />But beat my head against the floor <br />What times you wandered past my door; <br />Were I to doubt, and I to sneer, <br />And shriek "Farewell!" and still be here, <br />And break your joy, and quench your trust- <br />I should not see you for the dust!<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dilemma/
