Vanity.

I dreamt all night of your cold caresses; Your kisses froze on my lips like flakes Of pitiless snow that chills and breaks The warm heart snared in your sombre tresses.

I woke with a groan in the livid morning, Groaned and swore I would break away From the bitter bondage of love, and repay Laughter with laughter, and scorn with scorning.

Ere noon was hot in the heavens, I met you; You had but to smile as you passed, and lo! I was your lover again. Heigho! Hate you or love you, I can’t forget you.