He will love you presently <br />If you be the way you be. <br />Send your heart a-skittering. <br />He will stoop, and lift the thing. <br />Be your dreams as thread, to tease <br />Into patterns he shall please. <br />Let him see your passion is <br />Ever tenderer than his.... <br />Go and bless your star above, <br />Thus are you, and thus is Love. <br /> <br />He will leave you white with woe, <br />If you go the way you go. <br />If your dreams were thread to weave <br />He will pluck them from his sleeve. <br />If your heart had come to rest, <br />He will flick it from his breast. <br />Tender though the love he bore, <br />You had loved a little more.... <br />Lady, go and curse your star, <br />Thus Love is, and thus you are.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-much-too-unfortunate-lady/
