My own dear love, he is strong and bold
              And he cares not what comes after.
      His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
              And his eyes are lit with laughter.
      He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
              Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
      My own dear love, he is all my world --
              And I wish I'd never met him.
       
                          - Dorothy Parker