HE: I am in trouble, give me your advice. <br />SHE: No, for I'm sure 'twould not be carried out. <br />HE: It shall, I swear it shall, at any price. <br />SHE:If that's agreed, what is this all about? <br />HE:How can I win a woman who is fair <br />And cold? <br />SHE:Be colder. <br />HE:But she's proud as well. <br />SHE:Be prouder. <br />HE:But she does not seem to care, <br />Nor notice when I'm near. <br />SHE:How can you tell <br />Whether she does or not, until you've tried <br />Not being near? Avoid her, let her see <br />The change, and should chance place you at her side, <br />Be colder, prouder, civiler than she. <br />HE: But if she cares... <br />SHE: Then it will break her heart, <br />Which will be easier won. <br />HE: 'Tis too severe <br />On me: I could not. <br />SHE:Then you'd better part. <br />HE:Is this your counsel? Well, good-by, my dear. <br />SHE:Stay, there's one thing to do before you go. <br />HE: What? <br />SHE:lf you really love her, tell her so. <br />Perhaps you'll find her kinder than you know.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dialouge/
