When beauty breaks and falls asunder <br />I feel no grief for it, but wonder. <br />When love, like a frail shell, lies broken, <br />I keep no chip of it for token. <br />I never had a man for friend <br />Who did not know that love must end. <br />I never had a girl for lover <br />Who could discern when love was over. <br />What the wise doubt, the fool believes-- <br />Who is it, then, that love deceives?<br /><br />Louise Bogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/juan-s-song/
