In all romances, old and new, <br />And in all lover's rhymes <br />I find one rule that has held true <br />Since prehistoric times. <br /> <br />The lover must, if he indeed <br />Be hit by Cupid's dart, <br />Grow pale, sigh much, neglect his food, <br />And wholly lose his heart. <br /> <br />Now fain would I abide this rule <br />But I, forsooth, grow red <br />And hot, and stammer like a fool, <br />And only lose my head.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-exception-2/
